| Song | She Wants To Share Her Magic |
| Artist | Stephen Duffy |
| Album | Music In Colors |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Duffy | |
| A cardboard crown, a silver star upon a stick | |
| The wizard's hat turns childhoods' trick | |
| And what we lose like fading footage of a reel | |
| Amounts to what we're prepared to feel | |
| And she wants to share her magic with me | |
| But I feel like a thief | |
| She wants to go to church on Sunday | |
| And sing in disbelief | |
| She wants to share her magic with me | |
| And see what we conceive | |
| The arcane lines of her confession | |
| Make it hard for me to breathe | |
| The diamonds flash on her fingers, in her hair | |
| As she supports her starry head drooped in despair | |
| She knew the truth before she knew it to be true | |
| Her calls are placed, she's waiting to get through | |
| A spectral sound searches through the zodiac | |
| She's radiant - an illuminating beam of light | |
| Get up late, she looks like Scorpio herself | |
| Euphoria, didn't know I needed her so much |
| zuo qu : Duffy | |
| A cardboard crown, a silver star upon a stick | |
| The wizard' s hat turns childhoods' trick | |
| And what we lose like fading footage of a reel | |
| Amounts to what we' re prepared to feel | |
| And she wants to share her magic with me | |
| But I feel like a thief | |
| She wants to go to church on Sunday | |
| And sing in disbelief | |
| She wants to share her magic with me | |
| And see what we conceive | |
| The arcane lines of her confession | |
| Make it hard for me to breathe | |
| The diamonds flash on her fingers, in her hair | |
| As she supports her starry head drooped in despair | |
| She knew the truth before she knew it to be true | |
| Her calls are placed, she' s waiting to get through | |
| A spectral sound searches through the zodiac | |
| She' s radiant an illuminating beam of light | |
| Get up late, she looks like Scorpio herself | |
| Euphoria, didn' t know I needed her so much |
| zuò qǔ : Duffy | |
| A cardboard crown, a silver star upon a stick | |
| The wizard' s hat turns childhoods' trick | |
| And what we lose like fading footage of a reel | |
| Amounts to what we' re prepared to feel | |
| And she wants to share her magic with me | |
| But I feel like a thief | |
| She wants to go to church on Sunday | |
| And sing in disbelief | |
| She wants to share her magic with me | |
| And see what we conceive | |
| The arcane lines of her confession | |
| Make it hard for me to breathe | |
| The diamonds flash on her fingers, in her hair | |
| As she supports her starry head drooped in despair | |
| She knew the truth before she knew it to be true | |
| Her calls are placed, she' s waiting to get through | |
| A spectral sound searches through the zodiac | |
| She' s radiant an illuminating beam of light | |
| Get up late, she looks like Scorpio herself | |
| Euphoria, didn' t know I needed her so much |