Magical Spell - Masters Of Reality

Don’t she look good

Don’t she look fine

She needs to be picked

Like fruit off the vine

Ain’t she got class

Ain’t she got style

She’s got the right ass

But all the while

Ain’t I a wreck

Hey my, can’t you tell

I fell into her magical spell

Don’t she look good

Don’t she look fine

She needs to be picked

Like fruit off the vine

Ain’t she got class

Ain’t she got style

She’s got the right ass

But all the while

Ain’t I a wreck

Hey my, can’t you tell

I fell into her magical spell

And it felt like this

Been movin' round

Like two ships in the night

In the same town

But somethin' ain’t right

Am I too nice

Or am I too mean

Does she even think twice

It needs to be seen

Ain’t I a wreck

Hey my, can’t you tell

I fell into her magical spell

Yeah

Don’t she look good

And don’t she look fine

She needs to be picked

Like fruit off the vine

Ain’t she got class

Ain’t she got style

She’s got the right ass

But all the while

Ain’t I a wreck

Hey my, can’t you tell

I fell into her magical spell

Ain’t I a wreck

Hey my, can’t you tell

I fell into her magical spell

Yes I did, yeah