Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defence for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? 'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft And although, I know, it's strictly taboo, Lord When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed 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 ♪ When you arouse the need in me My heart says yes indeed And 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, yeah There's no nicer witch than you