| Shades of old Lucretia Borgia
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| There’s a devil in you tonight
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| And although my heart adores ya
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| My head says it ain’t right
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| Right to let you make advances, oh no
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| Under standard circumstances, I’d go but oh
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| 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
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| The heat is too intense for it
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| What good would common sense
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| For it do?
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| Cause it’s witchcraft
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| Wicked witchcraft
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| And although 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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| Proceed with what you’re
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| Leading me to
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| 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
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| Than you
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| Cause it’s witchcraft
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| That crazy witchcraft
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| And although 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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| Proceed with what you’re
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| Leading me to
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| It’s such an ancient pitch
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| But one that I’d never switch
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| Cause there’s no nicer witch
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| Than you |