Harry, Harry, Harry
Talking to you can be scary
As you’re quite extraordinary
So get me to an apothecary

Some people call it stalking
I call it focused walking
But I swear it’s good fun
To worship the chosen one

Some people call me crazy
Those other girls are lazy
You know, to spike a Cauldron Cake
Is quite a skill, for Merlin’s sake!

Harry, Harry, Harry
Talking to you can be scary
As you’re quite extraordinary
So get me to an apothecary

Some people call me ugly
I just smile at them smugly
I’m sure you like my black hair
But that’s neither here nor there

Some people say I’m obsessed
And others say I’m a pest
Even if these things are true,
You should know that I love you

Harry, Harry, Harry
Talking to you can be scary
As you’re quite extraordinary
So get me to an apothecary

Get me there quick,
‘Cause I need some new ingredients
To make myself a potion so you’ll
Fall in love with me, because

Harry, Harry, Harry
This whole song was…visionary
My fear for you is imaginary
‘Cause I just wanna jump your bones, Harry