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Are those fingers in my hair?
That sly come hither stare
Strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft
And I've got no defense for it
That 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 your leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one that I never switch
There ain't no nicer witch than you
'Cause it's witchcraft
That coocoo 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 your leading me to
It is such an ancient pitch
But one that I would never switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
Than you
Than you
Ooh, you're a fine witch
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