my peer's lane Same dudes that used to holla my engineer's name One touch I could make the drapes and the sheers change An show me the city that I'll
have traveled in my search To find the magic That could turn an icy heart of stone to flesh... FLESH!" (The Sorcerer speaks...) "Call upon life and death and magic
hope, just a tear Oh your magic, is desire burning in my heart I need someone who is there for me And the feelin' comes again when I touch you Ooh I
you I went outta my mind Though I never believed in love at first sight But you got a magic boy that I just can't explain Well you gotta, you gotta way that
your eyes, let go This can be everything we dreamed It's not work that makes it work, oh No, let the magic do the work for you 'Cause honey, something reached out and touched
, oh, that's how you know when you're in That's how you know when you're in That's how you know when you're in love That's how you know
her to show you some magic and I guarantee that she'll say yes tell her that "you've seen forever and we will be together not a day less." Just know until that
you've seen forever and You'll be together not a day less Just know until that time comes And after you cross that first mile That the hardest part is
intentions The way that each increment of its dimensions Bore a correlation to the core of your essence With factors including the learning of lessons Things that
] No it's not full of shit I mean have you guys ever heard our songs I mean basically? [Girl] That's what I'm saying [Slug] Exactly that's what I'm saying
is your touch All I want is your tenderness here in my life Every morning and night Girl 'cause your touch is so right Your touch is so right Your touch
Something inside, My heart, And it feels like magic, It's changing my life. Since you came to me, Everything is so bright I see You touched my heart,
baby-blues Something had a hold on me When angel passed close by Those soft and fuzzy sweaters Too magical to touch Too see her in that negligee Is
the country that lives in you The magic of your hand on the drum Resonates here with soul and good feeling And at the strike of bells as they ring The angels
attraction Colors are fading like the leaves in November What's left of the magic we felt in the springtime? For a moment a touch could feel like a vision of an angel
't wear jeans and sneakers then I won't be lamping there Nope Agro pimp simply finicky note faggot bag it up no diggity soldier Magic touch finger
Mother Nature's adrenaline I guess that's why my homey Blockhead stays glued to the television Now I look less intelligent 'Cause I'm the one that tried
