The Magician

The Magician

I can't help but stare
There's just something there
There's something about that boy.
He's not even good looking
He's fat and funny looking
But I don't know
He gives me that feeling.

When he is with a girl
I see his spell
And I see them fixated in adoration.
But I don't want those eyes
To fantasize
On any-one else,
Let it be me.
Please.

He's not even polite,
He doesn't want to know
Yet he could take his pick out the lot.
We all are intrigued,
I want him to stand close to me
And look at me
And then smile.
I want to be one of many.