Your edging phrases and weapons of words,
Become the snap of your fingers
Which jerks me out of reality
And lures me into your trance
You have me wrapped around your finger,
At your command with every word.
Blind my thoughts with illusions
That becomes theory for my inspiration
Be my hypnotist
Control my every move
Just know that my involuntary actions
Can only be influenced by you.
Leave them in awe and wonder
Don’t show them the trick
Its your personal signature
That places the clasp around my heart
You don’t need a pendulum
Or a book of spells to take over me
Its that magic behind your words
That showers upon me like pixie dust
So go ahead, snap your fingers.
Place me under your spell
Just know that you’re responsible
For the mess you create inside my head.
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