Do you believe in magic?

Baby, our love is forbidden.
Turn the key, and keep it hidden.

To everyone else, we're enemies,
not two people who have so much chemistry.

We were not meant to be,
but our eyes locked, and I got lost in your blue eyes,
that looked like the sea.

And then instantly, I was in love, and so were you,
but, baby, our love is forbidden, what can we do?

Baby, our love is tragic,
but let me ask you this:
"Do you believe in magic?"

Answer me now,
I want to know how,

You can keep saying,
that you hate me,
and it hurts even though,
you were just playing.

Baby, I know our love is forbidden,
and that we're meant to keep it hidden,
but that would be tragic,
because our love is like magic.

Why can't we tell everybody what they need to hear,
I know it's forbidden,
but hear me out now, my dear.

Wouldn't it be tragic,
to keep our love hidden,
and to pretend that you hate me,
and not let anyone know that when we are together,
it's like magic.

Let me ask you one more time,
"Do you believe in magic?"