I like to daydream in Potions
It's such a boring class
Oh, I dream about this one boy
Well, he's an older man …

Why couldn't I have been born fifty years ago
When I could have dated Tom Marvolo

I'm so jealous of that Ginny Weasley
Oh, how I wish that he would possess me

He's so good at the Imperious Curse
Sends his enemies dead into a hearse

I wish I could run my fingers through his hair
But my life is really, really unfair

Why couldn't I have been born fifty years ago
When I could have dated Tom Marvolo

… And then I woke up