Hold Me Like a Microphone

Hold me like a microphone

Turn me on and off and make me

Say it's magic

Yes it's magic to me

Hold me like an air guitar

Run your fingers up my neck

And play "it's magic, yes it's magic to me"

Hold me like the keyboard notes

You've been practicing for days

And hope that someday

You'll be on your way

I always see you in the frontrows

Your eyes as wide as the television screens

Telling the stories of my oh so instant fame

And maybe you'll be on the guestlist

And I can meet you after the show

In the parking lot next to the

Super eight motel

Hold me like a microphone

Twist and turn anyway you want

"It's magic yes it's magic to me"

Hold me like a tamborine

Shake shake shake so everyone can see

That you're the only one for me

Hold me like a crash cymbal

Pound me 'till you're out of breath

And now it's over time for someone new

I hope I hope I hope I'm turning you on

I hope I hope you're singing along

I wish I wish I wish I could just stop

But this is what it takes to string you along

Hold me like a microphone