Why do I need to touch your star

I think that life is so bizarre

The way I seek for priceless outrageousness

And pretty Ziggy unknown seeking mess

Why do I need to find your night

And live for someone else’s ridiculous fight

You look at me but young kittens are still

Blind and do take you aback for a kill

 

You become a very different kettle of fish

Swaying fortunes will meet the red dish

All the way your head in impending clouds

And soon to someone’s will you will bow

I read a poem with a lot of sex in it

Rhyming to save the scraps of a loveless bit

My songs are coming home to get a rough

Deal when hungry eyes yearn for love

 

Chorus:

You make me feel good, you make me feel good

Yes you are my shining star

I make you feel good, I make you feel good

Yes I am your craving star

 

Why do I need to fall in love

Don’t want to bear your own blond cross

Mars looks down on me with poverty

The passion that flies to eternity

 

Your verse-writing holds a thin dark hidden

Strata of enticing fruit that’s forbidden

The master of the art is to get what he wants done

By devious means and charms of his own

 

Chorus:

You make me feel good, you make me feel good

Yes you are my shining star

I make you feel good, I make you feel good

Yes I am your craving star