Lletres: Los Lobos. Live at the Fillmore. Charmed.

My mouth is dry, my head is hot
Somebody tell me just what is this thing I've got
Doctor, doctor, help me please
This spell has got me dropped down to my knees

Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby

Must be a potion, gotta be a pill
Gotta be somethin' that can cure me of these chills
Doctor help me, what do you say?
"There ain't nothin' that can make this go away"

Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby
Talkin' 'bout charmed, baby