(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
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
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
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
(You make me feel)