Naked Poetry

(Yeah, you make me feel) And he's lost the plot, a bit of blood on his nose With his shirt untucked, gotta keep composed Got his lighter steady at the ready with a rose in his right hand Wise, wise Called him Dumbledore, he's a white beard wizard Shook his head three times, watched him shed the blizzard Now the wizard delivered a bit of pleasure on the tip of my tongue Said I made him feel so young again La, la-la-la La-la-la-ah-ah-ah Yeah, you make me feel like someone I was before You make me feel like the lady I adore You make me feel like my feet don't touch the floor Brush me down, oh, down in designer Bit of charm with his one class liners Eye to eye, he couldn't last a minute But I stole his soul just to watch him finish Now he's putty in my hands, hedonistic Graffitied down with my lipstick Red shade on his neck, artistic A bit of class, but I kept it cryptic For round two, a bit of juice and biscuits With a French tongue, called him the cunni-linguist Yeah, you make me feel like someone I was before You make me feel like the lady I adore You make me feel like my feet don't touch the floor Brush me down, oh, down in designer Bit of charm with his one class liners Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Grey haired gramps How she like them older Ganja girl, said she's never sober Spread his ashes in his Rover, Rover Rolling down in his Rover, Rover Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na, na Yeah, you make me feel like someone I was before You make me feel like the lady I adore You make me feel like my feet don't touch the floor Brush me down, oh, down in designer Bit of charm with his one class liners (Yeah, you make me feel)