Frank Sinatra:
Those fingers in my hair
That sly come-hither stare
That strips my conscience bare
It's witchcraft

Anita Baker:
And I've got no defense for it
The heat is too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do?

Frank Sinatra:
'cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft
And although I know it's strictly taboo

Anita Baker:
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says "Yes, indeed" in me
"Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"

Frank Sinatra:
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than you

Anita Baker:
'cause it's witchcraft, that crazy 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'd never switch
'cause there's no nicer witch than you

Frank Sinatra:
Hey, you'r little witch