Lyrics
U make me go oooh yeah, u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
And when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, then i just think of u thats all i have to do cuz when u come to me its like a fantasy
I m goin out of my mind, the way ur body moves, all my friends think i m a bit insane
but they dont hear u when u call my name
Its just the things u do, u got the type of eye that makes me high
U got the type of eye that makes me high, in the way u walk, and i hate to hear the way they always lie
U make me go oooh u make me lose control, u got the type of eye that makes me high Blond, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good
Then i just think of u thats all i have to do cuz when u come to me its like a fantasy, u got the type of eye that makes me high, i m goin out of my mind
Sittin here starin out my window, u got the type of eye that makes me high, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good
U make me go oooh u make me lose control, u make me go ooh
Its just the things u do, u make me go oooh u make me lose control
I m goin out of my mind, u got the type of eye that makes me high
i dont need to have a preach of fate
u make me go ooh
And when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, and i hate to hear the way they always lie, u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
But they dont hear u when u call my name, u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
u make me go ooh
Its just the things u do, u make me go oooh u make me lose control
And i hate to hear the way they always lie, no one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see, in the way u walk
And when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, u make me go oooh yeah Kristine, u make me go ooh
No one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, u make me go ooh
And when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, i dont need to have a preach of fate Me, u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
u got the type of eye that makes me high
then i just think of u thats all i have to do cuz when u come to me its like a fantasy
U got the type of eye that makes me high, u got the type of eye that makes me high Kristine, i m goin out of my mind
i m going out of my mind
I dont need to have a preach of fate, and i hate to hear the way they always lie Make, u got the type of eye that makes me high
U make me go oooh u got this type of hold, u make me go ooh
u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
U make me go oooh u got this type of hold, but they dont hear u when u call my name, and in the way u talk
U got the type of eye that makes me high, no one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see
Fed up with the boys that make me cry, all my friends think i m a bit insane You, i m goin out of my mind
I m goin out of my mind, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, u make me go oooh u make me lose control
in the way u walk
U make me go ooh, sittin here starin out my window, sittin here starin out my window
U make me go oooh yeah, fed up with the boys that make me cry Blond, i m goin out of my mind
No one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see, u make me go oooh yeah
U make me go oooh u make me lose control, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good
U make me go oooh u got this type of hold, its just the things u do Oooh, u make me go oooh yeah
u make me go oooh u got this type of hold
U make me go oooh yeah, fed up with the boys that make me cry Me, and i hate to hear the way they always lie
I m goin out of my mind, u make me go oooh u make me lose control
And i hate to hear the way they always lie, u got the type of eye that makes me high
And when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good Me, no one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see
No one understands jus wot u mean to me and no one sees exactly wot i see, u got the type of eye that makes me high Me, fed up with the boys that make me cry
Fed up with the boys that make me cry, u make me go oooh yeah, and when u kiss my lips ur fingertips feel so good
u make me go oooh yeah
u make me go oooh u make me lose control
And in the way u talk, i dont need to have a preach of fate Kristine, i dont need to have a preach of fate
U make me go oooh u make me lose control, u make me go oooh u make me lose control
and i hate to hear the way they always lie
In the way u walk, u got the type of eye that makes me high
