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Those fingers in my hair |
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That sly come-hither stare |
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That strips my conscience bare |
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It's witchcraft |
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And I've got no defense for it |
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The heat is too intense for it |
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What good would common sense for it |
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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 you're leadin' me to" |
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It's such an ancient pitch |
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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, 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 you're leadin' me to" |
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It's such an ancient pitch |
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But one I wouldn't switch |
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Cause there's no nicer witch than you |
