I haven’t a wand to be wavin’;
I’m not a theatrical maven
with a tall pointy hat
or a hair-raisin’ cat
should that be the magic yuh’re cravin’.
I’ll sell yuh a [magical] potion
or balm of a quackery notion,
but dependin’ on such
is a desperate clutch
for gettin’ another’s devotion.
I’ll leach yuh a healin’ elixir.
Of herbs I’m a masterful mixer,
but there isn’t a spell
between Heaven an' Hell
that’s truly a loneliness-fixer.
True love isn’t brewed in a kettle.
To know it depends on yer mettle.
While seduction’s a ruse
that a charmer would use,
no spell o’ tha’ kind do I peddle.
If I was a magic enchanter
an' not just a spirits decanter,
would I live by myself
with the charms on my shelf
for findin’ a lover instanter?
Now listen to this that I tell yuh:
There’s nothin’ for love I can sell yuh.
It's by speakin' yer mind,
that yuh'lll soon enough find
if any would have or expel yuh.
I’m not a theatrical maven
with a tall pointy hat
or a hair-raisin’ cat
should that be the magic yuh’re cravin’.
I’ll sell yuh a [magical] potion
or balm of a quackery notion,
but dependin’ on such
is a desperate clutch
for gettin’ another’s devotion.
I’ll leach yuh a healin’ elixir.
Of herbs I’m a masterful mixer,
but there isn’t a spell
between Heaven an' Hell
that’s truly a loneliness-fixer.
True love isn’t brewed in a kettle.
To know it depends on yer mettle.
While seduction’s a ruse
that a charmer would use,
no spell o’ tha’ kind do I peddle.
If I was a magic enchanter
an' not just a spirits decanter,
would I live by myself
with the charms on my shelf
for findin’ a lover instanter?
Now listen to this that I tell yuh:
There’s nothin’ for love I can sell yuh.
It's by speakin' yer mind,
that yuh'lll soon enough find
if any would have or expel yuh.

ss Lib x x




