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.
  What good would commonsense for it do?
  
  'Cause it's witchcraft!
  Wicked witchcraft.
  And although I know
  it'a strictly taboo
  
  when you arouse the need in me
  
  my heart says "yes
  indeed" in me
  
  Proceed with what you're lead in 'me to!
  It's such an ancient pitch
  
  but one I wouldn't switch
  'Cause there's no nicer witch than you!