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..
Some day, when I'm awfully low. When the world is cold. I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. . Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm.
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.
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.
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.