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
You sign the song begins
You speak and I hear violins, it's magic
The stars, desert the skies
And rush to nestle in your eyes, it's magic
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 magic
How else can I explain those rainbows
When there ain't no rain, it's magic
Why do I tell me myself
These things that happen are all really true
When in my heart
I know the magic is my love for you
Magic, magic, magic, magic
