| Those fingers in my hair
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| That sly come hither stare
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| That strips my conscience bare
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| It’s witchcraft
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| And I’ve got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do
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| 'Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
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| And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo
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| When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It’s such an ancient pitch
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| But one I wouldn’t switch
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| 'Cause there’s no nicer witch than you
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| When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to It’s such an ancient pitch
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| But one I wouldn’t switch
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| 'Cause there’s no nicer witch than you
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| There’s no nicer witch than you |