Those fingers in my hair, that sly, come hither stare, leaves 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?Because it's witchcraft, that wicked witchcraft, and although I know it's strictly taboo,when you are all you need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me, proceed with what you're leading me to.And it's such an ancient pitch, one that I would never switch,because there's no nicer witch than you.And I've got no defense for it, the heat is too intense for it, what good would common sense for it do?Because it's witchcraft, that wicked witchcraft, and although I know it's strictly taboo,when you are all you need in me, my heart says yes indeed in me, proceed with what you're leading me to.And it's such an ancient pitch, one that I would never switch,because there's no nicer witch than you.Then you.Who me?Then you.Not me.Then you.