Magic

[MYRTLE] You didn't know me when I was young I was a happy kid I wouldn't say I was beautiful I tried to be That was my hope, I guess Must have been all those movies in that romantic period Ya gotta make magic Magic outta tragic We are the sunshine that defines the moon It takes a long time for the stars to get here Don't want to miss it In your dressing room Ya gotta make lightning Lightning outta thunder Without plundering your God-given gifts If you wanna make magic Magic outta tragic I've a hankering, hankering to do this So when they tell you Tell you that you're able Yeah, when thеy tell you Tell you that you can Still ya gotta make magic Or you shouldn't еven be here Wasting the precious Precious time at hand Ya gotta make roses Roses out of bushes Keeping the thorns to then protect yourself But at the same time Act as if it's nothing As you obliterate everybody else So when they tell you Tell you that you're able Yeah, when they tell you Tell you that you can Still ya gotta make magic Or you might as well be somewhere else Folding up napkins or stacking up shelves (Ooh) What is this feeling that's haunting me at all times And takes control when the light hits my face? I don't know why I have to conquer all of mankind Is it to make the world a better place? Or am I simply cast under a spell? The harvest moon, the misty valley's wishing well My mother warned me about Broadway's light But now I'm here and I have never, ever felt so right Yeah, ya gotta do it Yeah, ya gotta do it Ya gotta make magic Magic outta tragic We are the sunshine that defines the moon It takes a long time for the stars to get here Don't want to miss it In your dressing room So when they tell you Tell you that you're able Yeah, when they tell you Tell you that you can Still ya gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta Gotta make magic Or you shouldn't even be here Wasting the precious Wasting the precious Wasting the precious Precious time at hand Precious time at hand Precious time at hand