Come out, come out, wherever you are
Those fingers in your hair
That sly, come hither stare
That strips your conscience bare, it's witchcraft
And you'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 although I know it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says indeed, indeed
Proceed with what you're leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause there's no one I'd rather bewitch than you

Abracadabra, baby
Oh, what is this spell that's come over me?
Those fingers in my hair
Ba-da-ba-lee-dum, that sly, come hither stare
That's the one that strips my conscience bare
Ooh, it's witchcraft
You know I know it is

And I've got no defense for it
(Oh no you don't) the heat is too intense for it
Burnin' up, what good would common sense for it do
Buh-do-buh-do, 'cause it's withcraft
Wicked witchcraft
And I know--I know--I know, it's strictly taboo

When you arouse the need in me
My heart says indeed, indeed
Proceed with what you're leading me to
Bippity-boppity-boo
It's such an ancient pitch
Ooh but honey, it's one I wouldn't switch
Why's that?

'Cause there's no nicer witch
(Ahahaha) than you
Now, why don't you hop on my
Broomstick and let's take a ride?
Oh, you little devil