Bwo

I hang on my computer
Obsessed with late night mails
I press return to sender
And sweep the Holy Grail
The air has gone electric
I feel my legs go weak
Your presence is effective
I start dancing like a freak
O-o-o-oh, do you think I'm looking tragic
O-o-o-oh, 'cause I can't stop this voodoo magic
O-o-o-oh, you have cast a spell on me tonight
Magic, voodoo magic, voodoo magic, voodoo magic
I had a close encounter
The third and last degree
I'm locked inside a spaceship
And you have got the key
You must have been an angel