Lyrics of Mr. magic by Jay Chou

Your music makes me want to do magic

Oh, I'm just in time

I'll tell you, I learned a super magic trick

Do you want to learn

oh

Oh, really

Are you listening

Yes, and then

I'll tell you it's very simple

What about your left hand? Hold your nose gently

And then the right hand Oh, it's easy to go through your left hand

Oh, of course, music may be more suitable at this time

Slow down. Slow down

At this time, find a mirror and look up

You become an elephant

You raise your hand, you raise your head, you say choose me, choose me

Lock your hands and break free, you still look confused

The wind blew the coin loose

A bow, the applause is fierce

Touch the ring gently with staggered hands to change hands

Give the audience a dream, surprise and smile

Wearing posters without hamburgers

Instead, take out the cowboy hat

You'll never guess

Every time I perform floating on stage

You're eating my puffs off the stage

Wait for the dove to fly out, then make love clear

(ah ~) read you read you read

What do you want to do with the classic forced card way

I'm elm Gilley

One hundred percent posture

Who says love doesn't need a magician

I don't need an explanation

So he's a clown, and I'm a master

You raise your hand, you raise your head, you say choose me, choose me

I'll change the color of the cards to make your choice

It's not unusual to make the goddess of liberty disappear

It's a surprise when you're gone

You can always play empty handed when you open your hat

No matter how many cards you cut, you can always come back

(how could it be)

Wearing posters without hamburgers

Instead, take out the cowboy hat

You'll never guess

(hey, ha)

Don't ask me what is true

What I changed to you is true

Because I just want you to be happy all the time

(ah ~) read you read you read

What do you want to do with the classic forced card way

I'm elm Gilley

One hundred percent posture

Who says love doesn't need a magician

I don't need an explanation

So he's a clown, and I'm a master

What do you want to read

With the classic forced way

I'm elm Gilley

One hundred percent posture

Who says love doesn't need a magician

I don't need an explanation

So don't bother

Don't bother. Don't bother

What do you want to read

With the classic forced way

I'm elm Gilley

One hundred percent posture

Who says love doesn't need a magician

I don't need an explanation

So he's a clown, and I'm a master