That Magic Touch - Angel

It’s Friday and late after hours,\nAnd still I haven’t a date.\nWaiting by the moon,\nSipping Whiskey sours.\nI’ll think I’ll wait here 'till noon.\nIt really could be days,\n'Til I find some flowers,\nSo I’ll send you a bouquet.\nUptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,\nAnd people in a rush everywhere.\nNo rain, sugar cane, just a grain,\nIn my champagne glass, you know.\nYou put that magic touch in the air.\nSo they say, it’s closing time again,\nFunny how time passes,\nThrough a bottle of Champagne.\nThe only sound I hear, is that of rattling glasses,\nAnd people laughing in my ear.\nYou’ve taken far too much, since you left for Paris,\nYou’ve got that magic touch.\nUptown, run around, hear the sound, of the city streets below,\nAnd the people rush everywhere.\nNo rain, sugar cane, just a grain,\nIn my Champagne glass, you know.\nYou put that magic touch in the air.\nSee those people in a rush,\nBut you’ve got that magic touch.\n(Repeat twice)\nRepeat Chorus 1 'til fade.