It's a humid night The moon is getting full again Somewhere there's a slight Figure made of paraffin And someone is turning its head, And someone is pulling its leg It's magic It's a restless cry The doves are flying from her sleeves One girl's not so loud Like a convert she believes She's always been looking for wires But now she knows none are required It's magic Wrap me up in chains With the magic words you say I can use my brains I can make my getaway But I will be your volunteer If you make this love disappear Like magic Oh, oh... Ma- gic