She turned the corner
And it was magic so tragic
It couldn’t beat the taste
Of magnet between the lips
Bye bye, black eyes
It’s about time you’re hung
And taken off the smoking grill
Cause those glances’ll soon kill
Sayonara long face
You’re no longer a basket case
He’s got you drunk on his
Aged, amber whiskey
Hey, ecstasy hips
He’s got the lips you need
And lungs made brand new
To suck the living dead right out of you
Your heart can stop yearning
Bodies are burning
And tongues are lusting
This joint’s yours for the busting
And it’s printed in the hieroglyphics
This is more than just physics
Reaction time’s fast and speeding up more
Fair trade I’m sure
Magic so tragic
For a heart that was plastic
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