I got a story to tell. I got him under a spell.
If he only knew the what I go through.
To get him to do the things that he do.
I got him under my spell can you tell?
He's at my door every night, doing things I find right.
I get him weak in his knees, he's alway's begging me please.
Together we paint the perfect picture just us laughing together.
I'm on his mind everytime.
For me he will commit a crime.
He's forever under my spell.
So this is the end of the story I tell.
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