Sighs, Eyes, Love, Glove

Dear Diary,

I am really busy digesting an enormous filet mignon right now. In the meantime, here are the lyrics to the Steve Miller song "Abracadabra," with my comments.

I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinnin round and round
Round and round and round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows (Isn't this a commercial for something?)

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin flame (Is there another kind of flame?)
Burnin flame full of desire (Are we talking about him or the flame here?)
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

Abra-abra-cadabra
I want to reach out and grab ya (Kudos on this rhyme.)
Abra-abra-cadabra
Abracadabra (Guess he kinda ran out of steam on something else to rhyme with cadabra.)

You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burnin for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove (?)

(Chorus)

I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace (That dress has got WAY too much going on.)
Black panties with an angels face (So wait, the panties have a face on them? That's creepy.)

I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say (So wait. She's the one saying abracadabra? Because at first it seems like it's him.)

(Chorus)

Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burnin flame
Burnin flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher

I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes round and round (Is "situation" a euphemism of some sort?)
I heat up, I cant cool down
My situation goes round and round
I heat up, I cant cool down
My situation goes round and round

Love, Fluffy