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Frank Sinatra
Frank Sinatra — Witchcraft
Frank Sinatra — Witchcraft (текст песни)
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’a 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!