Jazz pianist Hiroshi Yamazaki 山崎　裕

魔法

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

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 leadin' me to"