You sigh, the song begins, you speak and I hear violins. It's ma---- gic.
Without a golden wand, or mystic charms,
Fantastic things begin when I am in your arms.
When we walk hand in hand the world becomes a wonderland. It's ma----gic
How else can I explain those rainbows when there is no rain. It's ma--gic.
Why do I tell myself, these things that happen are all really true.
When in my heart I know the magic is my love for you.