Witchcraft

Your beauty is witchcraft: that smile was sculpted by the devil Your eyes are made of sapphires and brimstone Your beauty is witchcraft: your hips they sway in ways that are evil And make think some things I don't wanna think Oh, I am under your spell - the hex you placed on me has got me crazy and I can't get to sleep Even when I do, girl, you are in my dreams My dear, it seems that I fell in too deep... sinking slowly down until I just can't breathe Your beauty is witchcraft: that smile was sculpted by the devil Your eyes are made of sapphires and brimstone Your beauty is witchcraft: your lips they stay a dirty shade of crimson The kind of which I find so hard to resist Oh, I tried my best to get you off my mind because I got so much to do But damn girl you got it going on, I try to stay strong but I start to get weak And isn't all that Satan wants a man down on his knees? Your beauty is witchcraft: that smile was sculpted by the devil Your eyes are made of sapphires and brimstone Your beauty is witchcraft: and staring at pictures of you all night doesn't make you mine It just makes me weird