Her beauty demands her every command.
She makes the world spin on the palm of her hand..
Without a single meeting thoughts of her passion
Dominates every min. Leaves any man askingĀ
What sort of witch craft is this..what sort of spell
Has me crushing like this..sweetest torment or perfect hell..
She has that..affect..she has...that kind of soul
For me to give my heart to stranger as a whole..
She has that.