She's constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling And the funny little faces she makes can't help but be appealing She loves to ride through the town with the top down Feel the 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 grey Your mother is the only other woman for me Little Miss Magic what you gonna be? Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder where that little mind meanders Is she down along the shore or strolling cross the broad Savannah's I know in time she'll learn to make up her own mind In time she's gonna learn to fly Oh that I won't deny [Chorus] It's raining it's pouring Your old man is snoring
