Little Miss Magic

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 is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreamin'
And wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strollin' 'long the shore
Or cruisin' o'er the broad Savannah?

I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhymes
Someday she's gonna learn how to fly
Oh, that I won't deny

I catch a little more dialogue comin' my way
I see those big brown eyes just start to lookin' astray
Your mother's still the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic, what you gonna be?

Yes, 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'll learn to make up her own rhymes
One day she's gonna learn how to fly
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