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 common sense for it do,

'cause it's witchcraft,
Wicked witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me too

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn't switch,
'cause there's no nicer witch than you

Cos it's witchcraft,
That crazy witchcraft,
And although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indeed in me,
Proceed with what your leading me too...

It's such an ancient pitch,
But one that I would never switch,
Cos there's no nicer witch than you