اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
That smile, so debonair
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 leading me to
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause no one can bewitch like you
It's such an ancient pitch
But one I wouldn't switch
'Cause no one can bewitch like you
