The Magic Touch

Theres something about your smile
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I swear that it makes me weak
And when i'm close to you
I find that it's hard to speak
I act like a child of six
And i guess that it shows to well
That you got the magic touch
And i'm caught in your spell

You never convinced me that
I'd be great but of petite size
But something happens when i look into your eyes
I try to defend myself but to late that i finally see
You've got the magic touch
And you cast your spell on me

Yeah
Yeah - they call it magic baby
Yeah
Yeah - it's more like tragic baby

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Will i surrender to this fate ?
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Is there no sidedoors to escape

That look that you wear so well
Is enough to make me melt
I suddenly find myself in things i've never felt
No use in denying when a child can clearly tell
That you got the magic touch
And i'm caught in your spell

Yeah
Yeah - they call it magic baby
Yeah
Yeah - it's more like tragic baby