It must be something magic, the way she lets her spell

Descend on me

Like gravity

Brought my wish down a well

It could be supernatural, a metal man may tell

That soon after

He found me her

He left the place he fell

I think your body's beautiful

The last think I would do

Is let that metal man

Aban-

Don us and turn into

A point

The point

Of which would be to drive it right on through

The sweetest, softest skin of songs

But that belongs

To you