Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling

The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing



She loves to ride into town with the top down

feel that warm breeze on her gentle skin

She is my next of kin



I see a little more of me everyday

I catch a little more moustache turning gray

Your mother's is the only other woman for me

Little miss magic

what you gonna be



Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder where that little mind

meanders

Is she strolling along the shore or cruising or the broad savanna

I know someday she learn to make up her own runs

I know someday she's gonna learn how to fly

Oh that I won't deny



I catch a little more dialog coming my way

I see those big brown eyes just start to looking astray

Your mother's still the only other woman for me

Little miss magic

what you gonna be



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 learn to make up her own runs

One day she's gonna learn how to fly

Oh 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 raining it's pouring

Your old man is snoring