You could say I had charm once I got it from a witch in New Orleans She's the ghost over ponchatrain That gypsy put a spell on me What a curse to be young A malediction when you're not I went up in sparks came down all alone Where Do I belong? Do I be? Do I belong anywhere? You could say I had the magic touch I disappear everything I love It ain't a rabbit in a hat. It goes black. It don't come back. What a curse to be young Even more when you're not We all go up in sparks So revel in the glow The darkest trick of all is when the spell wears off