Blue Magic

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 crowd, the doves are flying from his 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
Magic