I knew I was captured
By the rhythm of the magic flute
Pulling and urging me
To taste the forbidden fruit
And though I felt naive
I didn't want to leave, fever was in the air
(And all of a sudden, I didn't care)
(No reason why, just had to testify)

Quincy Jones - Stuff Like That (1978)
https://youtu.be/1SWg0BZkQps