Yep
Yep


Shades over my eyes
Make the creepers look back at themselves
Sitting stuck in emotional bliss

The skinny amount of girls with !@%!e on their gums
Tap my knee
I'm keepin' the rythym

The young and wild take chances together
They all jump up, twist and groove
But no one talks, lost in the mother$#&@in' mood


No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood


Hey, there's a hunger in the night
The moonlight kissing the nips on the model frame

I kissed her inner thigh
Closed my eyes, she began to make me fit
She like to go the mile, all the while

I can see her tear bit
I forgot her name
Something that sounds like Penelope

May be a French twang to it
Tongue was quick, she was French I knew it
A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism

She like the young ^!$$% by my brown skin
My shag dog fro
I'm king to her

She will please her friend for me
So funny and they'll starve in the garden
Naked as always, honest

Her hands all over my privates
Lost in the mood


No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood


But no one talks, lost in the mother$#&@in' mood
No one talks, lost in the mood
No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood