It's a humid night The moon is getting full again Somewhere there's a slight figure made of paraffin And someone is turning its head
And someone is pulling its leg It's magic It's a restless crowd, the doves are flying from his sleeves One girl's not so loud, like a convert she believes
She's always been looking for wires, but now she knows none are required It's magic Wrap me up in chains, with the magic words you say I can use my brains, I can make my getaway
But I will be your volunteer, if you make this love disappear Like magic MagicTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
