Gail Ann Dorsey Magical
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
