Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?

When the sweet talkin's done, a man is a two face, a worrisome thing who'll leave you to sing the blues in the night.

She's nobody's fool so I'm playing it cool as can be. I'll give it a whirl but I ain't for no girl catching me.

It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.

Things never are as bad as they seem.

That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well; Icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.

Skylark Have you anything to say to me? Won't you tell me where my love can be?