.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 altho.
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