Frank Sinatra - 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 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