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.
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow.
Day in, day out. That same old voodoo follows me about.
It takes more talent to write music, but it takes more courage to write lyrics.
Too marvelous for words.