You make me feel so so
You make me feel, well, I don't know
It's not your face that I recall
What I love most of all
I don't remember now, but
Your lips are so blasé
Your way with words, well, "how you say?"
Am I in love or just a rut
So close and yet so what
Love your hair
That lavender rinse looks just great
Pardon me if I stare
But darling did the carpet have to match the drapes?
Say would you like a mint?
I'm hoping you might take the hint
I'm beginning to squint
And I fear that you're in for the kill
You know you almost take the cake
So close to heaven up here
On cloud eight
'Cause you make me feel so
You make me feel so
You make me feel so so
