I dream both day and night
And imagined
I'd be instead of a witch
The most pretty woman in the world
I brewed many a magic potion
But for "true" beauty
There's as of yet no remedy
I am too good a man for the witch
I stand and gawk at her
My, how such a wonderful shabby face
Can cause such a jumble
Yet I know what a fool I am
Yet I'll give joyfully
Will give her my everything
After many nights of (practicing) magic
I finally realize
That riding on the broom
Always felt like something special
And when I fly astride above the land
I can feel so clearly
How beautiful I am