Masters Of Reality

Dont she look good
Dont she look fine
She needs to be picked
Like fruit off the vine
Aint she got class
Aint she got style
Shes got the right ass
But all the while
Aint I a wreck
My cant you tell
I fell into her magical spell
Been movin round
Two ships in the night
In the same town
Somethin aint right
Am I too nice
Or am I too mean
Does she even think twice
It needs to be seen
[ Magical Spell Lyrics ]