In the Mood

She's got thee hair all tangled close; I wanna make this happen. Her sense of style has an evil vile that brings chance to rule it. The crowded place between inner space leaves room for being human. The stormy eyes act so surprised when in the moment. The final stroke of midnight comes. Is she in the mood? The whole galaxy turns. Well, I fear the worst is yet to come. (If the creater of this obscene clarity, stand up, save us.) The whole galaxy turns. Well, I fear the worst is yet to come.
She's got the moves, no need to improve on that illumination. I can't describe this feeling inside when she moves in closer. The pressing skin takes me within a place I thought was never real. Some paralyzing, on of disguising herself into me. 'Cause guys like us are not anything at all... Guys like us all exercise... The whole galaxy turns. Well I fear the worst is yet to come. (If the creater of this obscene clarity, stand up, save us.) The whole galaxy turns. Well, I fear the worst is yet to come. (If the creater of this obscene clarity, stand up, save us.)
The nails scraping my back... With all these emotions we can't keep controling; let's bury ourselves from within. Lover, lay down. The final stroke of midnight comes. Now she's in the mood. The whole galaxy turns. Well, I fear the worst is yet to come. (If the creater of this obscene clarity, stand up, save us.) The whole galaxy turns. Well, I fear the worst is yet to come. (If the creater of this obscene clarity, stand up, save us.) The nails scraping my back...