Lay me down at your altar, baby
I'm a slave to this luck
Your electric lips have got me speaking in tales
Verse II
Magic, or one, or mystery
All of you trying to work on me
I would surrender myself
Holy how, and heaven high
You will open up my eyes
And I'm finally here
This is spiritual, under your spell
Phenomenon, the way you make me feel
Like an angel, oh, at blow
Like a feather, you make me float
Verse III
Chorus x2