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.
Don't do that, please stop it. Please stop it now. You know I can't take it. Please stop it now. . My head is spinning a spell on me now. My head is spinning around and around.