Masters of Reality - Magical Spell lyrics

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

My can't you tell

I fell into her magical spell

Been movin' round

Two ships in the night

In the same town

Somethin' ain't right

Am I too nice

Or am I too mean

Does she even think twice

It needs to be seen