There is no magic in the things I do

A look, a smile, and lowered eyes

I make the dream all about you

Payment received from your moans and sighs.

There’s nothing special about me at all

A model or movie star I’ll never be

Yet, late at night, I’m the one you call

Whenever you crave your true fantasy.

Others bemoan my special powers

They don’t understand a simple fact

It isn’t about pedestals or towers

It’s all about you and what I enact.

Shaking heads and shrugging shoulders

No mystery could be greater

I just smile and nod as your desire smolders

And you respond to me, a force of nature.

There is no magic in the things I do

No tricks, no smoke, it’s about the creation

I make the dream all about you

And all I use is my imagination.