Theres something about your smile G# b I swear that it makes me weak And when i'm close to you I find that it's hard to speak I act like a child of six And i guess that it shows to well That you got the magic touch And i'm caught in your spell You never convinced me that I'd be great but of petite size But something happens when i look into your eyes I try to defend myself but to late that i finally see You've got the magic touch And you cast your spell on me Yeah Yeah - they call it magic baby Yeah Yeah - it's more like tragic baby Bb Bb B Will i surrender to this fate ? C#m Is there no sidedoors to escape That look that you wear so well Is enough to make me melt I suddenly find myself in things i've never felt No use in denying when a child can clearly tell That you got the magic touch And i'm caught in your spell Yeah Yeah - they call it magic baby Yeah Yeah - it's more like tragic baby