| If you need me on a Monday and it’s rainin'
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| You go down 'bout Tuesday afternoon
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| You’ll be powerless and squirming by Wednesday
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| You know you can’t get enough too soon
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| You won’t know what kind of change I may play
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| You won’t know, you won’t know, you won’t know
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| You won’t care what your friends may say
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| Cause you’re just a passin' fancy in a midnite dream
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| You begin to worry on a Wednesday
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| When you’re temperature’s goin' down slow
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| You call the doctor on Friday
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| But he says they don’t even wanna know
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| Black magic’s got a spell on you
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| Black magic’s gonna do you in
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| Black magic got a spell on you
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| With black magic, you know you just can’t win
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| When you feel my grip gettin' stronger
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| And there ain’t a thing you can do
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| And you can’t hold out much longer
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| I’ll have your soul before I’m through
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| You won’t know what kind of change I may throw
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| You won’t care, you won’t care, you won’t care
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| You won’t care what your friends, they may say
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| Cause you’re just a passin' fancy in my midnite dream
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| When you feel my grip gettin' stronger
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| And there ain’t a thing you can do
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| And you can’t hold out much longer
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| You know your rectifying time is due
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| If you feel your liver shiver
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| And you know that I’m gonna mess with you
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| And your soul begins to quiver
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| There won’t be any mercy for you when I’m through, baby |