Those fingers in my hair
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That sly come hither stare
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That strips my conscience bare
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It's witchcraft
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And I've got no defense for it
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The heat is too intense for it
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What good would common sense for it do
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'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
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And although, I know, it's strictly taboo
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When you arouse the need in me
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My heart says yes indeed in me
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Proceed with what your leading me to
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It's such an ancient pitch
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But one I wouldn't switch
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'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
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When you arouse the need in me
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My heart says yes indeed in me
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Proceed with what your leading me to
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It's such an ancient pitch
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But one I wouldn't switch
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'Cause there's no nicer witch than you
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There's no nicer witch than you
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Witchcraft
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| Marvin Gaye |
