| And you got no defence for it,
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| The heat is too intense for it
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| What good would come and sense for it to 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
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| My heart says yes indeed in me
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| Proceed with what you (?) in me too
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| It’s such ancient pitch
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| But one I wouldn’t switch
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| 'Cause there’s no one I’d rather bewitch than you
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| Abracadabra baby
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| Ooh what is this spell that’s come over me?
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| Those fingers in my hair
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| Badabaladidum, that’s like I’m (?)
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| That’s the one
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| That script is not (?)
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| Ooh, it’s witchcraft
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| Oh you know I know it is
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| And I got no defence for it
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| Oh no, you don’t
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| The heat is too intense for it
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| What good would (?) common sense to do
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| 'Cause it’s witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
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| And I know (I know), I know
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| It’s strictly taboo
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| When you arouse the need in me
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| My heart says yes indeed in me
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| Proceeds with what you’re leading me to
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| It’s such an ancient pitch
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| (?), ooh it’s one I wouldn’t switch
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| (And why is that)
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| 'Cause there’s no nicer witch (Hahahahaha…)
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| Than you
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| And why wouldn’t you hop on my broomstick and let’s take a ride
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| Oh you little devil
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| (Hahahahaha) |