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A young Lily Evans, went down a narrow lane. And met with James Potter, who played the Quidditch game.
'Now my pretty fair miss, if it wasn't for the law, you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
'Now my dead good James, do not be perplexed. In order to lie in bed with me you must answer question's six. Six questions you will answer me and I will ask them all. And you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.' 'Now what is rounder then a ring and higher then the trees? And what is worse then a woman's curse, and what is meaner then the sea. And which bird sings first, which one best, where does the dew fist fall? And you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
'A quaffle is rounder then a ring and the goal poasts are higher then the trees. You-Know-Who is worse then a woman's curse, and Durmstang is meaner then the sea. The Lark sings fist and the Thrush sings best and the Earth is where the dew falls. And you and I in a bed must lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
He takes her by a lily white hand and he leads her down the hall. He takes her by her slender waist in fear that she might fall. He lays her down a bed of (What goes here?) dawn? (Erm..) without a doubt at all. And he and she lie in one bed, roaming over next to the wall. And she and he lie in one bed, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.
A young Lily Evans, went down a narrow lane. And met with James Potter, who played the Quidditch game.
'Now my pretty fair miss, if it wasn't for the law, you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
'Now my dead good James, do not be perplexed. In order to lie in bed with me you must answer question's six. Six questions you will answer me and I will ask them all. And you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.' 'Now what is rounder then a ring and higher then the trees? And what is worse then a woman's curse, and what is meaner then the sea. And which bird sings first, which one best, where does the dew fist fall? And you and I in a bed might lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
'A quaffle is rounder then a ring and the goal poasts are higher then the trees. You-Know-Who is worse then a woman's curse, and Durmstang is meaner then the sea. The Lark sings fist and the Thrush sings best and the Earth is where the dew falls. And you and I in a bed must lie, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.'
He takes her by a lily white hand and he leads her down the hall. He takes her by her slender waist in fear that she might fall. He lays her down a bed of (What goes here?) dawn? (Erm..) without a doubt at all. And he and she lie in one bed, roaming over next to the wall. And she and he lie in one bed, roaming over next to the wall, roaming over next to the wall.