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 too
It s such an ancient pitch,
But one I wouldn t switch,
Cause there s no nicer witch than you
**Instrumental break**
Cos it s witchcraft,
That crazy 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 too…
It s such an ancient pitch,
But one that I would never switch,
Cos there s no nicer witch than you
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Categorias: Letras Frank Sinatra
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