stop Until that boy is mine Baby, you'll be famous Chase you down until you love me Papa-paparazzi I'll be your girl Backstage at your show Velvet ropes and guitars
I won't stop until that girl is mine Baby you'll be famous Chase you down until you love me Paparazzi I'll be good Backstage at your show Velvet ropes and guitars
leave me breathless When you walk by The way you move it girl Makes you satisfy You might be the best That I've ever had It's gotta be good girl 'cause
Sidemen come out first, John Stockfish bass guitar Looks at the world through the eyes of Nashville The Riverboat and Charlie McCoy, he's just a boy
what I'm here for So you're scared and you're thinking That maybe, we ain't that young anymore Show a little faith, there's magic in the night Ain't
The rangers had a homecoming in Harlem, late last night And the magic rat drove his sleek machine, over Jersey state line Barefoot girl, sitting on the
mission here is to destroy the wackness, I dont offense this from all factions? Fools are all papers you suckerish ashings, Cashout nigga the Casino magic, My girl
She finds something good And she turns it to bad She's young and goodlooking And shakes the whole bed While black magic voodoo Lives inside her head The girl
I'm in Paris, won't be here long But after all it's Paris, guess I'd better write a song It's so wonderful, so magical, so romantic Note to self
're we're going off to the dial tone Some kid started blowing on a saxophone Cheerleaders dream of quarterbacks Jock Jills go for jumping Jacks Goth girls
fallin' star Came a lady from the night Who started playin' on my guitar She was like a melody That no one had ever heard When she sang her magic song
the angels had guitars even before they had wings If you hold onto a chorus you can get through the night I treasure your love, I never want to lose it Girl
guitar in this hangdog hotel room Oh, Lord, it feels so good to play a nighttime tune So pass the jar and that old guitar in this hangdog hotel room I believe in magic
and those girls at the hop Tell me what do you say? (Tell me what do you say?) Tell me what do you say? I tell you, life begins at the hop, boys and girls
here, guitar I won't quit till I'm a star on Broadway (On Broadway) But oh, they're wrong, I know they are But I can play this here, guitar And I won
barry mann/cynthia weil/mike stoller/jerry lieber) Com'on! .. two, three They say the neon lights are bright on broadway They say there's always magic
play The music was loud and the girls were pretty There was always a magic down at Pete's Music City Well, we had electric guitars just a gathering
money and more time A strong cup of coffee, a haircut, a lifeline A stranger to trust me, my father to love me Seattle, a sunburn, and lots of Todd Rungran I need a guitar
