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Black Magic
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Johnny McAndrews · Song
The chorus keeps calling it desire. I'm not sure I believe it.
October 17, 2025 · 4:00
From Kismet

I keep coming back to the difference between wanting someone and feeling unable to say no. From inside the attraction, it can be hard to hear the difference. There are things in this song that trouble me even while the chorus insists everything is fine.
Lost in the beat of the drum
Don't know where he came from
He spoke a haunting verse
Bound my heart with his curse
My heart I can't explain
Don't even know his name
His words burn in my brain
I'll never be the same
I'll never be the, never be the, never be the same
Ma-ma-magic… ma-magic…
Black magic, I'm under his spell
Black magic, I'm addicted to his smell
Black magic, no secrets will I tell
Black magic, lost my mind when I fell
Black magic, I can't fight it
Black magic, won't deny it
Every inch a mystery
Every inch calling to me
Don't know what he gave to me
Think it might be G.H.B.
He twists my no to yes
I rush to give my best
I'm suddenly undressed
Nobody knows the rest
Nobody, nobody, knows the rest
Black magic, black magic
Black magic, I'm under his spell
Black magic, I'm addicted to his smell
Black magic, no secrets will I tell
Black magic, lost my mind when I fell
No one would understand
His wish is my command
Now I don't need to see
He cast his spell on me
He cast his spell on me, me, me
Black magic, I'm under his spell
Black magic, I'm addicted to his smell
Black magic, no secrets will I tell
Black magic, lost my mind when I fell
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