Feelin’ da Love Paula Cole (Ft. Missy Elliott)

[Missy]
Two, three, four
When I walk up in the club they watch me stroll
Hey Mr. DJ, do you got that Paula Cole
Oh, I'm so sure, it's gon' rock
Give me these knots and make sure it's under rocks
Now, I'm gon' drink till I'm drunk
And if you say please then I'm a give you what you want
Get on your knees like you bout to marry me
Then open your mouth and let me see what you're about

You make me feel like a sticky pistil, leaning into the stamens
You make me feel like a mister sunshine himself
You make me feel like splendor in the grass while we're rollin'
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, all red and horny
You make me feel like I wanna be a dumb blonde
In a centrefold, 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