The Magic Is Believing In Me

When you tell me what I am really like

You can only say who you wish I'd be.

Oh, the "real" me's this, and the "real" me's that

But it's only you that you really see.

Hey, you'd cook me up in some tasty dishes

If you had a Genie to grant your wishes.

I know that you believe in Magic,

But the Magic is believing in me.

Would you wear me like an accessory.

Would you turn me out and then turn on me.

I'm a soul to save. Aren't you happy, Dave?

Just what kind of love keeps on burnin' me?

You afflict my style with a nasty cramp.

Take your hands off me and go rub your lamp.

The situation's kind of tragic,

But the Magic is believing in me.

If you think I should make something

Of myself, and you know how,

I would like you to remember

I'm already something now.

So, I'm overdue for a major change.

Well, to Hell with you. You're the one who's strange.

Though I'm not quite up to your standards yet,

If you stick around, this is all you get.

When I want a Guru to lead me higher,

I'll follow somebody that I admire.