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Those fingers in my hair that sly come hither stare |
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That strips my conscience bare, it's witchcraft |
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And I've got no defense for it, the heat is too intense for it |
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What good would common sense for it do? |
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'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft |
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And although, I know, it's strictly taboo |
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When you arouse the need in me |
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My heart says yes indeed in me |
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Proceed with what your leading me to |
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It's such an ancient pitch but one I wouldn't switch |
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'Cause there's no nicer witch than you |
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'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft |
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And although, I know, it's strictly taboo |
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When you arouse the need in me |
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My heart says yes indeed in me |
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Proceed with what your leading me to |
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It's such an ancient pitch but one I wouldn't switch |
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'Cause there's no nicer witch than you |