He's cold and cruel, a mystery
He lives in my fantasy
A magic man, in a faraway land
Faraway from reason.
His pale skin and pretty coloured eyes
Are strange in their own way
Long blond locks and serenading voice
Call to me, bring me to him
In his crystal balls
Are my hopes and dreams
The things he wants to offer me
But I must say no and try to break free
Of the attraction that chains the magic man to me
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