The Magic Touch - Melba Moore

There’s something about your smile

I swear that it makes me weak

And I when I’m close to you

I find that it is hard to speak

I act like a child of 6

And I guess it shows too well

You’ve got the magic touch

And I’m caught, in the spell

You’ve never convinced me that I’d be brave for upper tier thoughts

But something weirdly happens when I look into your eyes

I try to defend myself but too late that I finally see that…

You’ve got the magic touch

And you’ve cast your spell over me

They call it magic baby

It’s more like tragic baby

Well I surrender to the space

Is their no sign post to escape?

That look at me works so well

It’s enough to make melt

I suddenly find myself feeling things I’ve never felt

No you should deny it when I child can plainly tell that…

You’ve got the magic touch

And I’m, caught in the spell

They call it magic baby

It’s more like tragic baby

They call it magic baby

They call it magic baby

They call it magic baby