Texty: Hugh Cornwell. Under Her Spell.

She?s surfed along the moonlit mile
She?s flashed so many sunshine smiles
She?s learnt the meaning of beguile
She?ll teach you plenty in a while
She is from heaven and I, I am from hell

She?s got the classic poker face
She plays the fool and draws your ace
But when your fingers close around her waist
She is from heaven and I, I am from hell
Under her spell, hell, under her spell, hell

I can see where the confusion lies
Between the laugh and where the teardrop dries
You should expect a big surprise
When she looks at you between the eyes
She is from heaven and I, I am from hell
Under her spell, hell, under her spell, hell

So you think that you found happiness
Amongst the traffic in the game of chess
Well, it?s a jungle out there it?s a mess
She is from heaven and I, I am from hell
Under her spell