Melba Moore
The Magic Touch
There's something about your smile
I swear that it makes me weak
And I when I'm close to you
I find that it is hard to speak
I act like a child of 6
And I guess it shows too well
You've got the magic touch
And I'm caught, in the spell
You've never convinced me that I'd be brave for upper tier thoughts
But something weirdly happens when I look into your eyes
I try to defend myself but too late that I finally see that...
You've got the magic touch
And you've cast your spell over me
They call it magic baby
It's more like tragic baby
Well I surrender to the space
Is their no sign post to escape?
That look at me works so well
It's enough to make melt
I suddenly find myself feeling things I've never felt
No you should deny it when I child can plainly tell that...