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 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. 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 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.