Witchcraft

Come out, come out, wherever you are

Those fingers in your hair

That sly, come hither stare

That strips your conscience bare, it's witchcraft

And you'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 me

My heart says indeed, indeed

Proceed with what you're leading me to

It's such an ancient pitch

But one I wouldn't switch

'Cause there's no one I'd rather bewitch than you

Abracadabra, baby

Oh, what is this spell that's come over me?

Those fingers in my hair

Ba-da-ba-lee-dum, that sly, come hither stare

That's the one that strips my conscience bare

Ooh, it's witchcraft

You know I know it is

And I've got no defense for it

(Oh no you don't) the heat is too intense for it

Burnin' up, what good would common sense for it do

Buh-do-buh-do, 'cause it's withcraft

Wicked witchcraft

And I know--I know--I know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me

My heart says indeed, indeed

Proceed with what you're leading me to

Bippity-boppity-boo

It's such an ancient pitch

Ooh but honey, it's one I wouldn't switch

Why's that?

'Cause there's no nicer witch

(Ahahaha) than you

Now, why don't you hop on my

Broomstick and let's take a ride?

Oh, you little devil