Cut me in half, make me disappear -
Its all smoke machines and a two-way mirror
Turn me nto a thousand doves and
I´ll put my hand inside your little white glove
I know all your secrets (and I just mght tell)
But tonight you´ve got me under
Your magic spell...
I´ll sing at your funeral
When you fake your own death
I´ll hold you under-water
While we hold our breath - hocus pocus
It´s coming into focus (the tricks you played on me)
I was born a skeptic baby
But you taught me to believe
Can you escape from this one with no harm done?
With no blood shed, and all´s intact
If you bite it once it bites back...
Magic (magic) is once nice and
Magic (magic) is twice tragic
Magic (magic) is an open call
An open call calling all dramatics