Magical - Gail Ann Dorsey

You are the bright, white light in my streets of darkness

A storyteller with wings I envy

Baby, I’ve been waiting for you, waiting for you all my life

What did I know before you came?

One in million flowers on my pillow

One of kind hands reaching out to me

Baby, you’re my shining armour;

beauty and dressed to kill

Nothing I know can be the same

I wanna dance;

pick me up and turn me ‘round

One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground

I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily

It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical

My little hero, never short of wonder

Wherever we go racing it’s to win

Straight into the arms of parlours, straight into the halls of fame

Into this handsome honeymoon

I wanna dance;

pick me up and turn me ‘round

One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground

I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily

It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical

I want to fly for real

I want to get high for real this time

Cause magic we’re made of, a mystic parade of desires… desires…

I was a picture of a prima donna that was stranded on the edge of town

Only a face without a name…

Now, I wanna dance;

pick me up and turn me ‘round

One foot out, one foot down, all my senses hit the ground

I close my eyes, I feel so free, and it comes so easily

It Can Be Magical… It Can Be Magical