Mark Mulcahy - The Rabbit lyrics

Wicked trickery It must take a long time and You need two cups of extra desire To be able and willing to Learn the tricks you've learned to do And sometimes it's just a photograph Or what ever makes you laugh Put your friends on the griddle But it's all in your head If you think they don't mind Whither hither me Thank The Lord you care Because I'm weak for your phone call And warm to your touch But it's just because you've been out In the sun again Nothing Up your sleeve I'm a s**er for magic Where's the rabbit? Where's the rabbit? Wilting willingly Your too much to handle And I'm just a Chinese candle on the windowsill and There's a certainty to you You play all the tunes That I just love to dance to And I'm unsure of where I stand In your wicked wicked plan Put your cards on the table If someone believes there's nothing up your sleeve There you see? There's the rabbit And I despise my a**umptions I'll make nothing into something And we both know your never to blame But it would be such a pleasure To hear you explain Do you need me? Can you see me? Nothing Up your sleeve I'm a s**er for magic Where's the rabbit? Where's the rabbit? Nothing Up your sleeve I'm a s**er for your magic Where's the rabbit? Where's the rabbit?