Ton has put a spell on me,
It isn't all that hard to see.
Like a tenant in my heart,
She begins to tell me "Don't Start".
Her magic has a special power,
It's sweetness never turns sour.
On she goes, weaving her magic,
But it is not altogether tragic.
I don't mind being under her spell,
She sticks to my mind like gel.
So I can't find any satisfaction,
Not even just a fraction,
Until I feel myself at her side,
It is the only position I can abide.
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