Lyrics Jimmy Buffett – Little Miss Magic

She’s constantly amazed by the blades of
the fan on the ceiling
And the funny little faces she makes
can’t help but be appealing

Chorus:
I see a little more of me everyday
I catch a little more moustache turning grey
Your mother is the only other woman for me
Little Miss Magic what you gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreaming and wonder
where that little mind meanders
Is she down along the shore or
strolling cross the broad Savannah’s
I know in time she’ll learn to make up her own mind
In time she’s gonna learn to fly
Oh that I won’t deny

Chorus

It’s raining it’s pouring
Your old man is snoring