Jigsaw - You're My Magic Lyrics
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You're My Magic
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What Are The Lyrics For You're My Magic By Jigsaw?
1965, you turned me on, you're my magic
Doing things the others hadn't done, you're my magic Give me magic, you're my number one When I'm alone, I'm a Monday morning Cold, damp and tired, half awake and yawning Turn me on Without your song, telephone, wrong number (Operator?) Misrouted call, feel I'm going under Turn me on You're my magic band Turn me on, turn me on 1965, you turned me on, you're my magic Doing things the others hadn't done, you're my magic Give me magic, you're my number one I'm a magical mystery man You're a rhyme by Edgar Allan Poe, you're my magic You're my magic everywhere I go You're a magical mystery band When I'm alone, way back in the fifties Rock 'n' roll song, need the sound of sixties Turn me on Without you there, just a twelve-bar number You came along, heard the walrus wonder Turn me on No more rock 'n' roll Turn me on, turn me on 1969, I'm still turned on, you're my magic Doing things the others hadn't done, you're my magic Give me magic, you're my number one I'm a magical mystery man You're a rhyme by Edgar Allan Poe, you're my magic You're my magic everywhere I go You're a magical mystery band 1965, you turned me on, you're my magic Doing things the others hadn't done, you're my magic You're a rhyme by Edgar Allan Poe, you're my magic You're my magic everywhere I go, you're my magic 1969, I'm still turned on, you're my magic |
Who Wrote You're My Magic By Jigsaw?
Clive Scott, Des Dyer
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