Из альбома: Portrait in Jazz

(Verse)
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 common sense for it do?
(Chorus)
'Cause 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 to»
It’s such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn’t switch
Cause there’s no nicer witch than you
'Cause 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 to»
It’s such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn’t switch
Cause there’s no nicer witch than you

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