“You make me”

You make me want to grow up

Make money and depend on no one.

You make me interested in your old favourites

Big Bang Theory and Michael Jackson.

 

You make me want to grow up

To work and to cater to you.

You make me try that dark-plum lip gloss

So that I don’t look too young for you.

 

You make me want to grow up

Hear your low voice calling me your babe.

You make me want to move to your flat

We can watch those home DVDs all day.

 

You make me want to grow up

You make want to be a woman.

You make me and my knees go weak

You make me want to be your woman.

 

Lyrics by ᴊᴜʟɪᴇʏᴛʜᴇ1sᴛ

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