Soon begins bewitching me.
That you stole from the skies.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.
Too hot to handle.
To your razzle-dazzle.
Full of butterflies inside.
Wanna laugh like a loon.
It's that old devil moon in your eyes.
Free as a dove.
Blinds me with love.
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