Lyrics John Farnham

John Farnham

Every Time You Cry

See her at the marketplace

Where she comes from, nobody knows

Now that you ask me

I guess I like the way she wears her clothes

The way she smiles at me

My heart just swells it grows and grows

You think I'm telling you fairy tales

I suppose

Don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Look in her eyes, they're a little bit hazy

Paradise coming to a sweet little lady

Well, don't you know it's magic

Oh, baby it's magic

Magic carpet ride for a woman in love

Take a gun and shoot your friend

As long as you take your turn

When you're only six years old

You own the world you've got friends to burn

If you wanna be an Indian chief or a sheriff

Respect, you've got to earn

Fairy tales, you gotta learn

Don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

See the little boy just standing there

A bow in his hand, a feather in his hair

Well, don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Magic carpet ride for the little boy's dream

When you're dealing with your brother

Man to man

And you need a helping hand

All you gotta do

Is take a positive view

Oh, you know you can

Please, believe you can

Don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Take the hand of your brother

And do what's best

Give a whole lotta lovin' and happiness

Well, don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Magic carpet ride for you and me

Don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Magic carpet ride for you and me

Don't you know it's magic

Ah, baby it's magic

Magic carpet ride for you and me