There behind the desk
A pillar of strength
A promise of gold

With the sign of the cross
The smell of a fish
As the story unfolds

Mr Magnet, Mr Repellent
He's a loser, but ya can't tell it

There behind the mask
The pain is concealed
Charisma abides

With a positive pull
The negative words
That you learned to despise

As the spectacle begins
Mr Magnet draws you in
But you never get to leave

He can sell it
You can smell it
You can't tell it