Magical Spell

Don't she look good Don't she look fine She needs to be picked Like fruit off the vine Ain't she got cla*s Ain't she got style She's got the right a*s But all the while Ain't I a wreck My can't you tell I fell into her magical spell Been movin' round Two ships in the night In the same town Somethin' ain't right Am I too nice Or am I too mean Does she even think twice It needs to be seen