My dear, you have the gift of alchemy. It's pure magic, sparks fly from your fingers. You turn copper into gold with a kiss. You made a pact with the devil And you asked him to give you my soul. Every woman I see becomes you. You make me feel like I'm made of titanium. You're like a drug, you're like lithium. My dear, you have the gift of alchemy. It's pure magic, sparks fly from your fingers. You make me a better man with a kiss.
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