Love... love...
You make me feel like a sticky pistil
leading into a stamen
You make me feel like a Mr. Sunshine
himself
You make me feel like a splendor in the grass
while we're rolling
Damn skippy baby
you make me feel like the Amazon's runnin' between my thighs
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love
You make me feel like a candy apple
red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
in a centerfold, the girl next door
And I would open the door and I'd be all wet
With my tits soaking through this tiny little t-shirt that I'm wearing
And you would open the door and tie me up to the bed
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love, love
You make me feel love, love, love, love, love
love, love, love, love
Lover, I don't know who I am
Am I Barry White? Am I Isis?
Lover, I'm laced with your unconscious
Oh baby babe babe baby
I will be your Desdemona ahhhhh...
Take your time...
You make me feel ahaa
You make me feel woowoo baby
You make me feel haa mmm
You make me feel loved
Paula Cole
martes, 6 de enero de 2009
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