Those fingers in my hair
Fdim
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my co nscience bare
It's w itchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would com mon sense for it d o?
'c ause it's witc hcraft, wi cked wit chcraft
And altho ugh I kn ow it's st rictly ta boo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
"Proceed with w hat you're leadi n' me to"
It's such an ancient pitch
Fdim
But one I wouldn't switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than yo u