| Thumbing across Georgia I ran into Gloria
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| She seemed like a mystic to me
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| With a wave of the hand
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| She could make you feel grand
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| That was her mystery
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| Now I’ll admit she knew a lot of tricks
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| But so do lots of other chicks
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| She didn’t do it like you can do magic
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| She didn’t do it to me
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| She didn’t do it like you can do it
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| She didn’t do magic to me
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| Hiking through Virginia I met Melinda
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| She looked enchanting to see
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| She said «Give me your arm
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| And I’ll show you my charms»
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| That was her sorcery
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| I say it I will she had a lot of skill
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| But compared to you she was way down hill
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| She didn’t do it like you can do magic
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| She didn’t do it to me
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| She didn’t do it like you can do it
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| She didn’t do magic to me
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| Arriving in Cleveland I’m coming to see you
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| Get your crystal ball out of the drawer
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| 'Cause I can tell if you been using you spell
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| And baby I know what for
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| The magic you loaned was to bring me home
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| And baby my love for you has grown
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| So you better do it like you can do magic
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| You better do it to me
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| 'Cause she didn’t do it like you can do it
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| She didn’t do magic to me
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| No she didn’t do it like you can do it
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| She didn’t do magic to me
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| 'Cause she didn’t do it like you can do it |