bill evans
witchcraft
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  'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And although, I know, it's strictly taboo  When you arouse the need in my My heart says yes indeed in me Proceed with what your leading me to  It's such an ancient pitch But one I wouldn't switch 'Cause there's no nicer witch than you