Ｗｉｔｃｈｃｒａｆｔ - Frank Sinatra

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?

Because it's witchcraft,

That 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

And it's such an ancient pitch,

One did I would never switch,

Because there's no nicer witch than you

'Cause it's witchcraft,

That crazy witchcraft,

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 would not switch,

There aint no nicer witch than you

Than you

Who? Me?

Than yon

Not me.

Than you