Witchcraft
How does someone so young know this song? And not the Steve Tyrell version mind you. The Frank Sinatra one. *sigh*
"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 its 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 your leading me to
It’s such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn’t switch
cause there’s no nicer witch than you"
