Hold Me Like a Microphone

(Hold me like a microphone) 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, yeah, 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, yeah, 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 'til 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, I hope you're singing along I wish, I wish, I wish that I could just stop But this is what it takes to string you along 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)