You sigh, the song begins;
You speak, and I hear violins --
It's magic
The stars desert the skies, [bad word] to nestle in your eyes --
It's magic
Without a golden wand
Or mystic charms,
Fantastic things begin
When I am in your arms
When we walk hand-in-hand,
The world [bad word] a wonderland --
It's magic
How else can I explain
Those raindrops when there is no rain?
It's magic
Why do I tell myself
These things that happen are all really [bad word] 
When, in my heart, I know the magic is
My love for you
It's magic
It's magic
Why do I tell myself
These things that happen are all really [bad word] 
When, in my heart I know, the magic is
My love for you