Steve Miller Band
Текст песни Just a Passin' Fancy in a Midnite Dream

If you need me on a Monday and it's rainin'You go down 'bout
Tuesday afternoonYou'll be powerless and squirming by WednesdayYou
know you can't get enough too soon
You won't know what kind of change I may playYou won't know,
you won't know, you won't knowYou won't care what your friends
may sayCause you're just a passin' fancy in a midnite dream
You begin to worry on a WednesdayWhen you're temperature's goin'
down slowYou call the doctor on FridayBut he says they don't
even wanna know
Black magic's got a spell on youBlack magic's gonna do you inBlack
magic got a spell on youWith black magic, you know you just can't
win
When you feel my grip gettin' strongerAnd there ain't a thing
you can doAnd you can't hold out much longerI'll have your soul
before I'm through
You won't know what kind of change I may throwYou won't care,
you won't care, you won't careYou won't care what your friends,
they may sayCause you're just a passin' fancy in my midnite dream
When you feel my grip gettin' strongerAnd there ain't a thing
you can doAnd you can't hold out much longerYou know your rectifying
time is dueIf you feel your liver shiverAnd you know that I'm
gonna mess with youAnd your soul begins to quiverThere won't
be any mercy for you when I'm through, baby