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Magic

Lottery tickets on his pocket
Six pack of beers in his hands
He needs some new tires
For his old Chevy van

At home Watching TV
Lets out a yeah
Just won five hundred
Reach for another beer

Some times life throws a little magic
Every now and then
I know it’s true
That’s how I meet my friend

Boy sits in his class room
Beautiful girl next to him
But he is so shy
So his chances are slim

But out in the hallway
Her books fell on the floor
He bends to helps her
He looks in her eyes and was shy no more

Some times life throws little magic
Every now and then
And I know it’s true
Just ask my friend

A lady makes her shopping list
Pull out the driveway
Gets a grocery cart
Wonders what’s on sale today

Long check out line
Got to pick the kids up at three
She will never make it on time
Then a man says miss you can go ahead of me

Some times life throws little magic
Every now and then
And if you don’t believe me
Just ask my green eyes friend

I have some friends
They are kind to me
But if they are not kind to each other
Hope they know its hurting me

But I am thank full
For the good people I meet
You never know when you will find
A little magic in the street

Some times life throws little magic
And it’s so true
Believe me i know
The day I meet you