Witchcraft (1957)
(w) Carolyn Leigh (m) Cy Coleman (P) Frank Sinatra (CR) Matt Belsante
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 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 leadin’ me to.”
It’s such an ancient pitch; but one I wouldn’t switch
‘Cause there’s no nicer witch than you