Black Magic (feat. Graham Malice)

Can't figure out why I want you like I do, like I do Yeah Can't figure out why I love you like I do, like I do Oh girl, god damn You really turn me on I hope I'm not turning you off The way I go on and on Maybe I'm just out of my mind You really turn me on I hope I'm not turning you off The way I go on and on All the trouble we seem to find I don't know what you're doing Or why I want you, so damn bad I don't know what you're using Is it black magic in your bag I don't know what you're doing Or why I want you, so damn bad I don't know what you're using Is it black magic in your bag Bank on my head, you count every penny of it My heart indebted, I owe you plenty of it How much it cost to get you to love me How much it cost for a little attention Can't figure out what I love We ain't had too much discussion I figure lust is enough 'til You fuck around, find your way to me Sorry I profess so much, but I bleed it What turns you on seems to change with the seasons Racking ego trying to reason, with you Maybe I'm just out of my mind Can't figure out what I love We ain't had too much discussion I might never be enough for Maybe I'm just out of my mind Back in the day, you would never look away Now your eyes led astray You're in love with everything Back in the day, you would never look away Now your eyes led astray You're in love with everything I don't know what you're doing Or why I want you, so damn bad I don't know what you're using Is it black magic in your bag You really turn me on I hope I'm not turning you off The way I go on and on Maybe I'm just out of my mind You really turn me on I hope I'm not turning you off The way I go on and on All the trouble we seem to find