I was at a dance when he caught my eye
Standin’ all alone lookin’ sad and shy
We began to dance, swaying’ to and fro
And soon I knew I’d never let him go
Blame it on the bossa nova with its magic spell
Blame it on the bossa nova that he did so well
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You better stop the things that you do…
Cause it’s witchcraft
That crazy witchcraft
And although, I know, it’s strictly taboo
When you arouse the need in me
My heart says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you’re leading me to
Bewitched, Bewitched,
You’ve got me in your spell.
Bewitched, Bewitched,
You know your craft so well.
Before I knew what I was doing
I looked in your eyes
That brand of woo you’ve been brewin’
Took me by surprise.
There’s alot of weird ungodly tales about Marie,
She’s supposed to have alot of
Magic potions, spells and curses
They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a banker’s only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I’m living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard Cory.
When you’re alone, and life is making you lonely, you can always go
Downtown.
When you’ve got worries, all the noise and the hurry, seems to help, I know
Downtown.
Outside another yellow moon
Has punched a hole in the nighttime, yes
I climb through the window and down the street
I’m shining like a new dime
The downtown trains are full
With all those Brooklyn girls
They try so hard to break out of their little worlds
The sirens are screaming, and the fires are howling,
Way down in the valley tonight.
There’s a man in the shadows with a gun in his eye,
And a blade shining oh so bright.
There’s evil in the air and there’s thunder in the sky,
And a killer’s on the bloodshot streets.
And down in the tunnels where the deadly are rising,
Oh, I swear I saw a young boy down in the gutter,
He was starting to foam in the heat.
My name is Luka
I live on the second floor,
Yes I live upstairs from you
Yes, I think you’ve seen me before
Hey girl what ya doin’ down there?
Dancin’ alone every night while I live right above you?
I can hear your music playin’, I can feel your body swayin’,
One floor below me you don’t even know me, I love you.
Oh my darling–
Knock three times on the ceiling if you want me,
Twice on the pipe if the answer is no.
I hear you knockin’
But you can’t come in
I hear you knockin’
Go back where you been
Someone’s knockin’ at the door,
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell.
Someone’s knockin’ at the door,
Somebody’s ringin’ the bell.
Do me a favor,
Open the door and let 'em in.
It’s the terror of knowing what this world’s all about
Watching some good friends screaming “Let me out!”
Yeah!) I’ve been workin’ too, baby
(Yeah!) Every day baby
(Yeah!) Whoa!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!)
We gotta get out of this place
If it’s the last thing we ever do
We gotta get out of this place
Girl, there’s a better life for me and you
Everyone’s watching, to see what you will do
Everyone’s looking at you, oh
Everyone’s wondering, will you come out tonight
Everyone’s trying to get it right, get it right
Everybody’s working for the weekend
You feelin’ alright?
I’m not feelin’ too good myself
Well, you feelin’ alright?
I’m not feelin’ too good myself
Slow down, you move too fast
You got to make the morning last
Just kicking down the cobblestones
Looking for fun and feeling groovy
Ba da-da da-da da-da, feeling groovy
Well she got her daddy’s car
And she cruised through the hamburger stand now
Seems she forgot all about the library
Like she told her old man now
And with the radio blasting
Goes cruising just as fast as she can now
And she’ll have fun fun fun
'Til her daddy takes the T-bird away
(Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-bird away)
Do ya wanna have fun
How about a few laughs
I can show you a good time