Frank Sinatra, Anita Baker - 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 heart is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do? 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft An 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 nicesr witch than you 'Cause it's witchcraft, that crazy witchcraft 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.