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 cry
The doves are flying from her 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
Oh, oh...
Ma- gic
Lyrics provided by LRCLIB
