The Magic

Lyrics by：Mark Oliver Everett

Composed by：John Parish/Mark Oliver Everett

I get it don't sweat it I'm not your cup of tea

Believe it or not not everyone loves me

But try me you'll find me a personality

That you can't get enough of once you can feel

The magic

Feel the magic

I saw you you saw me I saw you look away

I went to say hello you said you had a busy day

I fretted regretted and felt myself shrink

I beg you to open your mind you

May be on the brink

Of magic

Feel the magic

I bet it you fled it I guess I'm not for you

Projection rejection it's really nothing new

So many not ready don't see that I'm all this

Alone again and naturally what do I do

With the magic

Oh the magic