Those fingers in my air, that sly come hither stare,
Strips my conscious bare, it's witchcraft.
And I've got no defence for it, that heat is too intense for it
What good common sense for it do?
Cos 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 leadin' me too.
It's such an ancient pitch, but one I'd that I'd never switch,
There ain't no nicer witch than you.
Cos it's witchcraft, that coo coo witchcraft,
And although I know, it's strictly taboo,
When you arouse the need in me,
My heart says yes indded in me,
Proceed with what you're leadin' me too
It is such an ancient pitch, but one I'd that I'd never switch,
Cos ain't no nicer witch than you, than you, than you....