| I don’t believe that I’ve seen a woman like you anywhere
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| And I must admit that I can see me making you into a dream
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| And if I had a magic wand to wave
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| I’d send a dove to catch your love
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| And I’d send a blackbird to steal your heart
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| But a broken heart won’t cure my endless search, little girl
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| I got to fix a magic spell to weave on you, little girl
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| Oh, for the long just to get you in
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| Oh, for the orange to sweeten sin
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| And before this very moment it would leave
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| I’d rather wait in the dark a thousand times, little girl
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| Then take a woman into the very heart of my soul
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| And if I catch you sleeping, unaware
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| I’d carry you off to my secret lair
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| There I’d bind your heart to my very soul
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| I don’t believe that I’ve seen a woman like you anywhere
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| And I must admit that I can see me making you into a dream
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| And if I had a magic wand to wave
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| I’d send a dove to catch your love
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| And I’d send a blackbird to steal your heart |