The Rabbit Songtext
von Mark Mulcahy

Wicked trickery
It must take a long time
You need two cups of extra desire
To be able and willing to
Learn the tricks you′ve learned to do
Sometimes it's just a photograph
Or whatever makes you laugh
Put your friends on the griddle
But it′s all in your head
If you think they don't mind

Whither hither me
Thank the Lord you care
Because I'm weak for your phone call
And warm to your touch
But it′s just because you′ve been out in the sun again

Nothing up your sleeve
I'm a sucker for magic
Where′s the rabbit?
Where's the rabbit?


Wilting willingly
You′re too much to handle
And I'm just a Chinese candle
On the windowsill

There′s a certainty to you
You play all the tunes that I just love to dance to
I'm unsure of where I stand
In your wicked, wicked plan

Put your cards on the table
If someone believes there's nothing up your sleeve
There you see, there′s the rabbit

And I despise my assumptions
I′ll make nothing into something
And we both know you're never to blame
But it would be such a pleasure to hear you explain
Do you need me?
Can you see me?


Nothing up your sleeve
I′m a sucker for magic
Where's the rabbit?
Where′s the rabbit?
Nothing up your sleeve
I'm a sucker for your magic
Where′s the rabbit?
Where's the rabbit?