Witchcraft - Mark Murphy
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 one I wouldn't switch
Cause there's no nicer
Witch than you
Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
Wicked witchcraft
Wicked wicked witchcraft