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