Hold me like a microphone   Turn me on and off and make me   Say it's magic   Yes it's magic to me      Hold me like an air guitar   Run your fingers up my neck   And play "It's magic, yes it's magic to me"      Hold me like the keyboard notes   You've been practicing for days   And hope that someday   You'll be on your way      I always see you in the frontrows   Your eyes as wide as the television screens   Telling the stories of my oh so instant fame   And maybe you'll be on the guestlist   And I can meet you after the show   In the parking lot next to the   Super Eight Motel      Hold me like a microphone   Twist and turn anyway you want   "It's magic yes it's magic to me"      Hold me like a tamborine   Shake shake shake so everyone can see   That you're the only one for me      Hold me like a crash cymbal   Pound me 'till you're out of breath   And now it's over time for someone new      I hope I hope I hope I'm turning you on   I hope I hope you're singing along   I wish I wish I wish I could just stop   But this is what it takes to string you along