Under this spell can’t you feel the warmth of spring?
Can’t you tell none of this will mean a thing?
And the people are talking about what they’re reading about
You and me, under this spell
It’s in the papers and magazines
A different version with twisted scenes
The lights and flashes that lead your way
The many rumors that fill your day
Under this spell can’t you feel the warmth of spring?
Can’t you tell none of this will mean a thing?
Darling I here them coming
Why couldn’t we just start running off, come on Under this spell (x8)