Something in the way she moves
Attracts them like no other prop does
Something 'bout the way she's flying
They can't seem to figure out
Don't know what she's all about

Somewhere in the dark are strings
And somewhere up there is a motor
Somewhere in the darkness, something
They know that there has to be
They know it but they can't see

They're asking me what makes her glow
They don't know, they don't know
They look around but it doesn't show
They don't know, they don't know

Something in the way she floats
Makes all the people stop and stare at her
Something 'bout her graceful movement
Don't want to show them how
You know I won't tell them how