A Little More of Me

Constantly amazed by the blades of the fan on the ceiling
The clever little glances she gives me can't help but be appealing

She loves to ride into town with the top down
Feel that warm breeze on her gentle
She is my next of kin

I see a little more of me everyday
Little Miss Magic, whatcha gonna be?

Sometimes I catch her dreaming
And wonder where that little mind meanders
Is she strolling along the shore
Or cruising over the broad savannah
I know someday she'll learn to make up her own rhyme
Someday she's going to learn to fly
Oh that I won't deny

I catch a little more dialogue coming my way
I catch those little brown eyes start to looking astray
Little Miss Magic, whatcha going to be?

-- Jimmy Buffett, Little Miss Magic