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