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The dancer slows her frantic pace
In pain and desperation
Her aching limbs and downcast face
Aglow with perspiration,
Stiff as wire her lungs on fire
With just the briefest pause
The flooding through her memory
The echos of old applause
And she limps across the floor
And closes the bedroom door
Oh, don't you feel my leg, don't you feel my leg
Cos if you feel my leg, you'll want to feel my thigh
And if you feel my thigh, you'll wanna move up high
So don't you feel my leg
See through in the sunlight
She wore lemon
But never in the daylight
She's gonna make you cry
She's gonna make you whisper and moan
And when you're dry
She draws her water from the stone
Got a black magic women
Got a black magic women
Yes,I got a black magic women
Got me so blind I can't see
I gotta a black magic women
She's tryin to make the devil out of me
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