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Tuning: E A D G B E
[Verse 1]
DThose fingers in my DM7hair FdimThat sly come-hither stare Em7That strips my coA7susnscience bA7are It's wD6itchcraft
GAnd I've got no defense for it GmThe heat is too intense for it EmWhat good would comE7mon sense for iA7sust do? A7
[Chorus]
'cA7ause it's witcDhcraft, D6wicked wDitchcraft A7sus4 A7 And althoD9ugh I knD6ow it's stD9rictly taD6boo G#m7 C#7 F#m F#mM7 F#m7 When you arouse the need in me F#m7My heart says "B7Yes, indeed" in me Em EmM7 A7sus A7 "Proceed with what you're leadin' me to"
D6It's such an ancient DM7pitch FdimBut one I wouldn't switch Em7'cause there's no A7sus4nicer witcA7h than yDou Gdim D DM7