Witchcraft Lyrics

Those fingers in my hair,
That sly, come hither stare
That strips my conscience bare - it's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it;
The heat is too intense for it -
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What good would common sense for it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo,
When you arouse a need in me,
My heart says, "Yes, indeed!" to me -
Proceed with what you're leading me to.
It's such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn't switch,
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you.
(Second time)
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you.