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