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If you need me on a Monday and it's rainin'You go down 'bout Tuesday afternoonYou'll be powerless and squirming by WednesdayYou know you can't get enough too soon
You won't know what kind of change I may playYou won't know, you won't know, you won't knowYou won't care what your friends may sayCause you're just a passin' fancy in a midnite dream
You begin to worry on a WednesdayWhen you're temperature's goin' down slowYou call the doctor on FridayBut he says they don't even wanna know
Black magic's got a spell on youBlack magic's gonna do you inBlack magic got a spell on youWith black magic, you know you just can't win
When you feel my grip gettin' strongerAnd there ain't a thing you can doAnd you can't hold out much longerI'll have your soul before I'm through
You won't know what kind of change I may throwYou won't care, you won't care, you won't careYou won't care what your friends, they may sayCause you're just a passin' fancy in my midnite dream
When you feel my grip gettin' strongerAnd there ain't a thing you can doAnd you can't hold out much longerYou know your rectifying time is dueIf you feel your liver shiverAnd you know that I'm gonna mess with youAnd your soul begins to quiverThere won't be any mercy for you when I'm through, baby
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