Optics

Mr. Magic

You've got cards and tricks on circus nights

Juggling moons and satellites

Acrobats climb above the charade to avoid the big ego parade

No tricks up your sleeves 'til they feel the morning breeze

My body is an optical illusion

And it's all confusion, confusion

Like the cards and tricks on circus nights,

Tt takes strength to shake so many moons and satellites

And satellites, and satellites, and satellites

But if you try, you'll get by

But my body is an optical illusion

I hesitate to pardon your intrusion

But if you try, you'll get by

I hate to break the ice or cool the tension

I'll throw a pity party intervention

Is it all beyond your comprehension

And I guess I probably should mention

And it's all convention, convention

My body is an optical illusion

And it's all convention, convention

And satellites, and satellites, and satellites

But if you try you'll get by

And if you fly, tell them why