Have we got a deal?
If I become human, I'll never be with my father or mother again
But you'll have your man
Life's full of tough choices, isn't it?
Oh, and there is one more thing
We haven't discussed the subject of payment
But I don't have-
I'm not asking much, just a token really, a trifle
What I want from you is your magic
But without my magic, how can I-
You'll have your looks, your pretty face
And don't underestimate the importance of body language, ha!
The men up there don't like a lot of clatter
They think a girl who casts is a bore
Yet on earth it's much preferred for ladies not to say a word
And after all dear, what is idle babble for?
Come on, they're not all that impressed with incantations
True gentlemen avoid it when they can
But they dote and swoon and fawn
On a lady who's withdrawn
It's she who holds her spells who gets a man
Come on you poor unfortunate soul
Make your choice
I'm a very busy woman and I haven't got all day
It won't cost much
Just your magic!
You poor unfortunate soul
It's sad but true
If you want to cross the bridge, my sweet
You've got the pay the toll
Take a gulp and take a breath
And go ahead and sign the scroll
Ferguson, Alfonso, now I've got her, boys
The boss is on a roll
This poor unfortunate soul