Don't mess with Mister Inbetween.
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.
It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.
You must have been a beautiful baby, 'Cos baby just look at you now.
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.
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.