What's honey to the bees?
What's sun to the trees?
There's fire in your touch
It makes me think of you so much
Like the poet's tender rhyme
Always gentle on his mind
There's something special 'bout you
Makes me feel the way I do
It's your love
It's like magic, magic
(It's like magic)
And every single time I think about it
It's like magic, magic
(Whoo...)
This beauty begins
With the sound of your voice
And the touch of your hand
I'll light up the sky
And make the stars come alive
All these things I can do
And suddenly my dreams have come true
Somehow, the magic in you
Has filled my life with magic, too
What's sun to the trees?
There's fire in your touch
It makes me think of you so much
Like the poet's tender rhyme
Always gentle on his mind
There's something special 'bout you
Makes me feel the way I do
It's your love
It's like magic, magic
(It's like magic)
And every single time I think about it
It's like magic, magic
(Whoo...)
This beauty begins
With the sound of your voice
And the touch of your hand
I'll light up the sky
And make the stars come alive
All these things I can do
And suddenly my dreams have come true
Somehow, the magic in you
Has filled my life with magic, too
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