Witchcraft

Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra (弗蘭克·辛納屈)

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 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 you're leadin' me to

It's such an ancient pitch

But one

That I never switch

There's no nicer witch than you