It is the magic that's called Noga,
I think it's black, no that's not right.
I guess it doesn't really matter,
Cause I caved without a fight.

And I sit now and I wonder,
When I fell or what it took.
Her spell has captured me completely
All she needed was one look.  

She calls me on the phone,
She says she wants the hear me speak.
But I don't need the same from her,
I hear her whispers as I breathe.

I was afraid to say I love her,
I was afraid I would get hurt.
But now I know,
That there's a magic that's called noga,
And I know it is white,
Cause it makes me smile,
And it feels great.