Magic Carpet Ride Songtext
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Magic Carpet Ride Songtext
I like to dream, yes, yes
Right between the sewing machine
On the cloudy side
I′m looking tonight, girl
Any place that goes is fine
Goes far, flies near
To the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don′t you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we′ll soon be free?
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone quick took the lamp away
I looked all around
Lousy camels, all I found
Well, you don′t know what we can find
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don′t know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we'll soon be free?
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don′t you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don′t know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we'll soon be free?
Right between the sewing machine
On the cloudy side
I′m looking tonight, girl
Any place that goes is fine
Goes far, flies near
To the stars away from here
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don′t you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we′ll soon be free?
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone quick took the lamp away
I looked all around
Lousy camels, all I found
Well, you don′t know what we can find
Why don't you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don′t know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we'll soon be free?
Close your eyes, girl
Look inside, girl
Let the sound take you away
Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don′t you come with me, little girl
On a magic carpet ride?
Well, you don′t know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
Can′t you see, we'll soon be free?
Writer(s): Robert Clivilles, Bryon Cole David, Norman Cook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

