Its 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 crowd The doves are flying from his sleeves One girls 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 brain I can make my getaway But I will be your volunteer If you make this love disappear Like magic Magic