Love, Love, Mm
You make me feel like a sticky pistol Leaning into a stamen
You make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himself
You make me feel like Splendor in the grass While we're rolling
Dance with me baby You make me feel like the Amazon's running
Between my thighs
You make me feel, Love, Love, Mm
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 tears
Soaking through this cotton-laden t-shirt that I'm wearing
Pretending you would open the door and tie me up to the bed
You make me feel, Love, Love, Mm
Love, Love, Love, Love
Love but I don't know who I am
Am I everybody? Am I high status?
Love a high place with your unconscious
Ooh, babe, babe, babe
I'm happy you're dead tomorrow night
You make me feel, Mm
You make me feel, Ooh, babe
You make me feel, Ooh
You make me feel, Love, Love, Mm
You make me feel, Ooh
You make me feel, Ooh
You make me feel, Ooh
You make me feel so down
Love, Love, Love
Love but I don't know who I am