Those fingers in my hair
That sly come hither stare
That strips 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
Cause it's witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you're leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But it's one that I never switch
Cause there's no nicer witch than you
Shades of old Lucretia Borgia
There's a devil in you tonight
And although my heart adores ya
My head says It ain't right
Right to let you make advances oh no
Under normal circumstances I'd go but oh