I got sinister things waiting for you in my rattle bag
Egyptian rings, and the dust of kings, and the tooth of a hag
The bones of Keats, the tongues of cheats, and a mad dog’s eye
And I’m going to make you love me and you won’t know why
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I’ve got war paints, the skulls of saints, don’t you want to see ‘em
The blood of popes, and Tyburn ropes from the Black Museum
I’ve got Frederick Delius’ finger, Wordsworth’s tattoo
And I’m going to love you with everything, and I think you’re going to love me too
I’ve got all the magic I need, all the magic I need
I’m going to do the business on you
I’ve got all the magic I need
Richard Thompson
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