Magic Mirror

Oh, magic mirror in my dressing room
Will reach the top? Will I be there soon?
Oh, magic mirror hanging on the wall
You’ll see them rise, you’ll see them fall
I know this time I gotta go I hear the man that tuned in And I know tomorrow I will be a star
With my name in lights
All those curtain calls
They cheers my name
Magic mirror, what’s in store for me?
What do you see?
Costume jewelry, but I want diamonds
Lots, and lots, and lots of diamonds
And on Broadway, I know they’ll gonna say
«Hey, now there’s a star», that’s me But when I see all those people
With all those beautiful roses for me, for me Will they have then just for me?
Magic mirror, how’s my makeup?
Do I look alright?
I guess I better tell the fellas the place are groovy
(The place are groovy for me)
Oh yes, I want the crowd to be so much warm for me So warm for me Oh, I do it, yeah