Letra de Withcraft

Those fingers in my hair.
That sly
come hither stare
that strips my conscience bare
it´s witchcraft.
And I´ve got no defense for it.
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would
commonsense for it do?

´Cause it´s witchcraft!
Wicked witchcraft.
And although I know
it´a strictly taboo

when you arouse the need in me

my heart says "yes
indeed" in me

Proceed with what you´re
lead in ´me to!
It´s such an ancient pitch

but one I wouldn´t switch
´Cause there´s no nicer
witch than you!