It's a moment in time when you take a seat to the rhythm & beat.
Yet your curious on what they seek.
Then she softly speaks to me.
What will you have?
The hands of time are forever etched in your mind.
Like an angel that comes down from the sky, her silhouette catches my eye.
As if I'm hypnotized, could it be her beautiful hair or her gazing stare.
I'll never understand Michelle's spell on me.
No-No-No-No, I'll never understand Michelle's spell on me
She caresses my arm, smiles so bright.
A beacon in the night, a refuge of delight.
She brings me my Bud light, moves out of sight.
Oh Michelle what a wonderful, wonderful, wonderful spell.
Beauties like a drug; the more you see the more you need.
I finally understand what we; what we truly-truly seek.
Some think it's the alcohol, but that's not it at all.
It's that sanctuary in our mind of that moment in time.
When she softly speaks to me.
Kindling a pleasant peace in me, to our own rhythm & oh, heartbeat.
As if we are under a spell.
I call it Michelle's little spell.
Oh what a joy, joy, joy it is to tell.
Last line end with repeat of: I'll never understand Michelle's spell on me.