Magic Show

I'm a clairvoyant babe listen if you will
I'll tell you the future of this 20 dollar bill
Now watch as it turns into a cup of your finest swill
And, whoa! Where'd it go?

Now to the young lady sitting in the front row
Won't you tell the audience how many years I've known
You and how we loved each other then we were off and on
And whoa! She was gone

And I will not tell you how I do my tricks
It's yours to suspend disbelief and let it be like this
It's mine to take your money
And in a puff of smoke I'll disappear from here

We will take a life and we will live it on a stage
When the show is over hopefully they will say
For the final act they breathed and endless sigh
And waved good bye!

Magic, It's magic, it's a magic show!