It could be in your dreams.
It could be within the car.
When the mood attacks.
Just look out for the cabs.
It could be in the park.
It could be in the den.
When the mood attacks.
You'll be adventurous.
You awake up with that message of wants.
And that need to be fulfill.
When the mood comes on.
It's better too.
When partner is turned on.
Phones goes ringing.
Doors goes unanswered when you hear knocking.
Even when the cars are parked out side.
Unless someone has a key.
Then they ruin everything.
In the mood for love makes you know you're in for exploring.
You'll be like a climber trying to reach Mount Rushmore.
Nov 27, 2012
Nov 27, 2012 at 10:11 AM UTC
It could be in your dreams.
It could be within the car.
When the mood attacks.
Just look out for the cabs.
It could be in the park.
It could be in the den.
When the mood attacks.
You'll be adventurous.
You awake up with that message of wants.
And that need to be fulfill.
When the mood comes on.
It's better too.
When partner is turned on.
Phones goes ringing.
Doors goes unanswered when you hear knocking.
Even when the cars are parked out side.
Unless someone has a key.
Then they ruin everything.
In the mood for love makes you know you're in for exploring.
You'll be like a climber trying to reach Mount Rushmore.
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