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International Magic Woman.

Magical mysteries,
Greet me by the fall,
Like a deck of cards the draw is,
Hard to call.

She says pick a card,
Any card.
I watch every move she makes,
But my heart was made to break.

International magic woman,
Play your tricks on me,
​I've fallen through the trap door,
​You've put a spell on me.

​She keeps her abracadabra,
In the back of her jeans,
And only talks in hocus pocus,
​So I don't know what she needs.

Then just like that,
I don't know where I'm at,
By the click of her fingers,
​I'm the fool who only lingers.

International magic woman,
Play those tricks on me,
​I've fallen through the trap door,
You've put a spell on...

Then just like that,
At the drop of her top hat,
She will disappear,
Never to reappear.

International magic woman,
​Play those tricks on me,
I've fallen through the trap door,
You've put a spell on me. 
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