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 heat is to 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

In such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
Cause there's no nicer witch than BEAN!