No one turns me on and off quite the way you do.
You can be my Henrietta and I will be your Guiseppe.
My love for you burns like a dying phoenix.
Hagrid's not the only giant on campus, if you know what I mean.
Without you I feel like I'm in Azkaban and dementors are sucking away my soul.
Believe me...if you ever saw it, you would even say it glows!
Santa's lap isn't the only place wishes come true.
Thanks for still wanting to see me naked during the season in which my body looks the worst.
Do you want to head to the Shrieking Shack? We could do some shrieking of our own.
Come on, let's do it Hippogriff style!