Secondhand smoke works like magic
I'm baritone like a saxophone that's twisted around itself like
I want to be twisted around you tonight
My broken watch works like magic
Since you got it fixed the sun keeps rising higher
Until the night you can take it off, take me in 1 on 1
With the yellow lights of Belgium sliding over your sweet sleeping
I told the goddess of love's planet
I don't want to stop being your man
Your brown eyes work like magic
Dissolve the meanness in my chest
When you kiss you my lips and look at me
I want to be what they see