Every centaur's filled with magic
That's what we're here to prove
It's in our eyes, it's in our manes
And in our magic hooves
Our magic might be silly
But we love our magic ways
Because, my friend, we've all got spells for days
Spells, spells, spells, spells
This spell's called the shapely mane,
Sparkle blinkies fill the world with glitter
There's handsome for eight seconds
And stretchy neck times
And wobble legs is always a winner
Portal tummy
Prehensile eyes
When I blink my spots turn into pies
We can shoot tiny versions of myself from my hoof