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Witchcraft: Frank Sinatra
DThose fingers in my hair,
FdimThat sly, come hither stare
That Em7strips my conscience A7bare - it's wD9itchcraft.
GAnd I've got no defense for it;
GmThe heat is too intense for it -
DmWhat good would common sE7ense for it Am7do?
'CA7ause it's wD9itchcraft, wD6icked wDitchcraft,A7sus4 A7
And althoD9ugh I knD6ow it's stD9rictly taboD6o, G#m7 C#7
F#mWhen you arouse a need in me,
F#m7My heart says, "Yes, indeed!" to me -
EmProceed with wEmhat you're leEm7ading me A7to.
D6It's such an ancient pitch,
FdimBut one I wouldn't switch,
Em7'Cause there's noA7sus4 nicer wA7itch than Dyou. Cdim G/B A7
(Second time)
Em7'Cause there's noA7sus4 nicer wA7itch than Dyou. Gdim D
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