Still Standing

I'm a clairvoyant babe Listen if you will I'll tell you the future Of this twenty dollar bill Now watch as it turns to a cup Of your finest swill And, whoa! Where'd it go? Now to the young lady Sitting in the front row Won't you tell the audience How many years I've known You and I we loved each other And we were off and on And whoa! She was gone I will not tell you How I do my tricks It's yours to suspend disbelief And let it be like this It's mine to take your money And in a puff of smoke I'll disappear From here We will take a life And we will live it on the stage When the show is over Hopefully they will say For the final act they breathed An endless sigh And waved good bye Magic It's magic It's magic Magic, magic Magic, magic Magic, magic It's magic Magic It's a magic show