Dean Martin
It´s Magic
Why do I tell myself these things that happenAre all really trueWhen in my heart I knowThe magic is my love for youYou sign the song beginsYou speak and I hear violins, it's magicThe stars, desert the skiesAnd rush to nestle in your eyes, it's magicWithout a golden wand or mystic charmsFantastic things begin when I am in your armsWhen we walk hand in handThe world becomes a wonderland, it's magicHow else can I explain those rainbowsWhen there ain't no rain, it's magicWhy do I tell me myselfThese things that happen are all really trueWhen in my heartI know the magic is my love for youMagic, magic, magic, magic
From Letras Mania