Death Threat

Every day I see you

My hands were made for you

And you always give me stress me free point of view

Pick you up after school

Mr Magic

Take a token

Mr Magic

Of my love

Mr Magic

I see you through the smoke

Without you a misery

Blue with a migraine

All the songs sound better when you're next to me

Hey coz they come naturally

Laying on my bed

I reach over for you

And you so fresh you even make the standards bloom

But its just to you through

Mr Magic

Mr Magic

Mr Magic

Waiting for the smoke to clear

I'm waiting for the smoke to clear