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Lyrics for 'That Magic Touch' by 'Angel'
It's Friday And Late After Hours,
And Still I Haven't A Date.
Waiting By The Moon,
Sipping Whiskey Sours.
I'll Think I'll Wait Here 'till Noon.
It Really Could Be Days,
'til I Find Some Flowers,
So I'll Send You A Bouquet.
Chorus 1:
Uptown, Run Around, Hear The Sound, Of The City Streets Below,
And People In A Rush Everywhere.
No Rain, Sugar Cane, Just A Grain,
In My Champagne Glass, You Know.
You Put That Magic Touch In The Air.
So They Say, It's Closing Time Again,
Funny How Time Passes,
Through A Bottle Of Champagne.
The Only Sound I Hear, Is That Of Rattling Glasses,
And People Laughing In My Ear.
You've Taken Far Too Much, Since You Left For Paris,
You've Got That Magic Touch.
Chorus 2:
Uptown, Run Around, Hear The Sound, Of The City Streets Below,
And The People Rush Everywhere.
No Rain, Sugar Cane, Just A Grain,
In My Champagne Glass, You Know.
You Put That Magic Touch In The Air.
See Those People In A Rush,
But You've Got That Magic Touch.
(repeat Twice)
Repeat Chorus 1 'til Fade.
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