Lyrics

CLAIRE SINCLAIR

There's a glare in her stare
that makes me want to hit on her
it's something hard to bear
your sight becomes a red blur
in just seeing her walking overthere
Claire Sinclair

She's a fine connoisseur
of everything on Harry Potter
I'd like to be a saboteur
where her heat is getting hotter
I doubt I'll ever meet her on the stairs
Claire Sinclair

I've got no driving licence
to become her personal chauffer
don't want to be a nuisance
I just want to amicably confer
with that remarkable body of hers
I suppose it's a bit late to lay bare
Claire Sinclair

Something in the way she smiles
attracts like no other dessert
something in the way she moves
attracts me like no other pervert
something in her black hair
makes me wanna be her teddy bear
something under her chin-strap
makes me talk like a khmer
and it's all because
of Claire Sinclair

She'll end marrying Daniel Radcliffe or some billionaire
I'll end up just like i started, playing solitaire
but after all why should I care about a wrapper
filled with thoughts on what she should wear
see her sinking in the global village's square
Don't want to be unfair but
farewell Claire Sinclair