Who do you think you are, Magic Man,
Holding the stars on a string
You make them dance across the sky,
A hand on the moon, a hand on me

You pull me closer, Perfect Boy,
You're watching with those eyes
You kiss my lips, this time the first,
I wish never to say goodbyes

You thread that kiss onto the line,
The stars then dance and sing
But, who do you think you are, Magic Man,
Holding my heart on a string?