Who's that pretty girl with the dark red lipstick?
Looking so electric, you know that she won't quit,
Turning every head is the game she's good at,
Giving you the f-f-f-fever that's low-cut and just not luck,
It's low-cut and just not luck she's got.
Who's that lovely one with the red mascara?
Looking too much like a younger Barbarella,
Songs like "Dancing Queen," it's what she does so well,
"Voulez-vouz couches?" is what I think she's trying to tell you,
Oh, can you spell?
She's trying to tell,
Oh, can you spell?
Call it magic, call it what you want,
You'll never fool anyone with what you've got,
Call it magic, call it what you want,
You'll never fool anyone with what you've got.
Who's the dragon lady going home tonight with?
How many "I love you"s will she have to put up with?
Then again, who's counting when the lights have gone dim?
'Cause, for this old lover, it's an easy living...or that's what she's hoping,
It's an easy living...or that's what she's...
Call it magic, call it what you want,
You'll never fool anyone with what you've got,
Call it magic, call it what you want,
You'll never fool anyone with what you've got.
