| You are under my power
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| It is the power of love
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| Eyes that hypnotize
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| And all it takes is just once glance
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| Just one look at him
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| Puts me in a lover’s trance
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| Now listen, no rabbits in his hand
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| No pigeons up his sleeve
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| But you better believe (You better believe)
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| When I prove he can do so much
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| My baby must be a magician
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| 'Cause he’s sure got the magic touch
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| Oh, my morale was low
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| Then he appeared just like a genie
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| His love has the power
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| He’s my private great Houdini
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| No reading decks of cards
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| No cords that disappear
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| No special gear
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| Like Aladdin’s lamp and such
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| But my baby must be a magician
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| 'Cause he’s sure got the magic touch
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| Whenever I’m feeling bad
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| My baby simply kisses me
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| And then Presto, Change-o, Ala-kazam
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| I’m alright again
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| Oh, yes I am
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| Yes, I am alright
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| No mystic crystal ball
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| No long black flowing cape
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| But I can’t escape (I can’t escape)
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| From his tender loving touch
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| Oh, my baby must be a magician
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| 'Cause he’s sure got the magic touch
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| Say, my baby must be a magician
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| 'Cause he’s sure got the magic touch |