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AmConstantly amazed by the Dblades of the fan on the Gceiling C5 G
The Amclever glances she Dgives me can't help but be aGppealingC5 G
She loves to Fride into Ctown with the Gtop down
Feel that Fwarm breeze Con her gentle Dskin
She Cis my Dnext of Gkin
I see a Clittle more Dof me Gevery day
I catch a Clittle more Dmustache Gturnin' gray
Your Fmother is the Conly other woman for Gme
CLittle Miss DMagic, what you gonna Gbe
Sometimes I catch her dreamin' and wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' along the shore or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh that I won't deny
I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
(Repeat Intro chords)
Yes she loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin
She is my next of kin
Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
Those clever little looks she gives just can't help but be appealing
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
That I won't deny
I see a little more of me everyday
I feel a little more moustache turning gray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?
Little Miss Magic, just can't wait to see
It's Craining, it's Gpouring, your Dold man is Gsnoring
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