Witchcraft - Frank Sinatra, Anita Baker

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

'Cause there’s no nicer witch than you

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

There’s no nicer witch than you