That Magic Touch

It's Friday and late after hours, And still I haven't a date. Waiting by the moon, Sipping Whiskey sours. I'll think I'll wait here 'till noon. It really could be days, 'Til I find some flowers, So I'll send you a bouquet. Chorus 1: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below, And people in a rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a grain, In my champagne gla*s, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. So they say, it's closing time again, Funny how time pa*ses, Through a bottle of Champagne. The only sound I hear, is that of rattling gla*ses, And people laughing in my ear. You've taken far too much, since you left for Paris, You've got that magic touch. Chorus 2: Uptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below, And the people rush everywhere. No rain, sugar cane, just a grain, In my Champagne gla*s, you know. You put that magic touch in the air. See those people in a rush, But you've got that magic touch. (Repeat twice) Repeat Chorus 1 'til fade.