Where is my magic wand?
With a slight tap of it
I can do anything:

Make everybody love me
and get rich like Croesus
and become a film star
and be really handsome
and irresistible
and possess a posh Provençal house
and have a large pool in the sun
and organize exquisite dinner parties
and meet interesting and famous people
and be able to read people’s minds
and this
and that
and much
and more
and now
and then
and to
and fro
and what
and where
and oh
and ah
and … oh Lord!

Where is it?
This damned magic wand?
Where is it?
Dammit!