Love, Love, MmYou make me feel like a sticky pistol Leaning into a stamenYou make me feel like Mr. Sunshine himselfYou make me feel like Splendor in the grass While we're rollingDance with me baby You make me feel like the Amazon's runningBetween my thighsYou make me feel, Love, Love, MmLove, Love, Love, LoveYou make me feel like a candy apple, red and hornyYou make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde in a centerfold, the girl next doorAnd I would open the door and I'd be all wet with my tearsSoaking through this cotton-laden t-shirt that I'm wearingPretending you would open the door and tie me up to the bedYou make me feel, Love, Love, MmLove, Love, Love, LoveLove but I don't know who I amAm I everybody? Am I high status?Love a high place with your unconsciousOoh, babe, babe, babeI'm happy you're dead tomorrow nightYou make me feel, MmYou make me feel, Ooh, babeYou make me feel, OohYou make me feel, Love, Love, MmYou make me feel, OohYou make me feel, OohYou make me feel, OohYou make me feel so downLove, Love, LoveLove but I don't know who I am