I'm not too good with English
But if you would let me finish
I swear, I'd convince you
I rock at Quidditch,
I can capture any gold snitch
But yet I can't seem to pin you
In my country
It is easy to get funky
And I thought I'd impress you
When I danced, you smiled
And whispered something
But I could not hear you
Nah-Nah-No
I see your game
I am much more than a beast
Though I am a physical being
I'm not a tool of your jealousy
So it's the boy there
The one with silly red hair
That has already captured your heart
Well, Miss Granger,
I know that I'm a stranger
I wouldn't want to keep you apart
Heard he's a big fan
But if you want a real man
You know where my ship is parked
So let's forget it
Pretend that we never met
Unless you want to let down your guard
Let's blow this joint
The Yule Ball is not why I'm here
Give me a tour of the grounds
I swear I'm sincere
Let's blow this joint
The Yule Ball is not why I'm here
Give me a tour of the grounds
I swear that I'm sincere
