Witchcraft Lyrics

John Pizzarelli Witchcraft

Those fingers in my hair.
That slycome hither stare
that strips my conscience bareit's witchcraft.
And I've got no defense for it.
The heat is too intense for it.
What good would commonsense for it do?
'Cause it's witchcraft!
Wicked witchcraft.
And although I knowit'a strictly taboo
when you arouse the need in me
my heart says "yesindeed" in me
Proceed with what you're lead in 'me to!
It's such an ancient pitchbut one
I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you!