Robert Smith Lyrics
"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 too intense for it
What good would commonsense 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 you're lead in me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no nicer witch than you