High on You

There you stood, Madam teacher. You looked so good and feel so right. Let me tell you 'bout the girl I met Last night. Misunderstood, I had to reach her. I let the wheel of fortune spin. I touched your hand before the crowd started Crushing in. Now I'm higher than a kite, I know I'm Getting hooked on your love. Talking to myself, running in the heat. Begging for your touch in the middle of the Street. And I, I can't stop thinking 'bout you, Girl. I must be living in a fantasy world. And so have you. A smiling toy, a little crazy. The kind of face that starts a fight. Let me tell you 'bout the girl I had Last night.