Buck’s Business - Thelonious Monk

Old black magic has me in its spell Old black magic that you weave so well Those icy fingers up and down my spine The same old witch craft when your eyes meet m

Staring bright through the window You're bending over to me A sentimental forsaken You're trying hard yet to comfort But you're waving me goodbye A sentimental

She boomerang I do my thing she come back Everytime that *******say she leaving she come back She boomerang rang she boomerang rang She boomerang rang she boome