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You are under my power |
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It is the power of love |
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Eyes that hypnotize |
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And all it takes is just once glance |
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Just one look at him |
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Puts me in a lover's trance |
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Now listen, no rabbits in his hand |
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No pigeons up his sleeve |
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But you better believe |
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When I prove he can do so much |
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My baby must be a magician |
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'Cause he's sure got the magic touch |
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Oh, my morale was low |
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Then he appeared just like a genie |
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His love has the power |
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He's my private great Houdini |
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No reading decks of cards |
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No cords that disappear |
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No special gear |
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Like Alladin's lamp and such |
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But my baby must be a magician |
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'Cause he's sure got the magic touch |
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Whenever I'm feeling bad |
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My baby simply kisses me |
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And then Presto, Chango, Alakazam |
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I'm alright again, oh, yes I am, yes I am alright |
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No mystic crystal ball |
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No long black flowing cape |
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But I can't escape |
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From his tender loving touch |
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Oh my baby must be a magician |
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'Cause he's sure got the magic touch |
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Say my baby must be a magician |
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'Cause he's sure got the magic touch |
