Little Miss Magic

By: jimmy buffett 1980 For "the noop" 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 Chorus: 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' along 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus: 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