(verse 1)
shades over my eyes make the creepers look back at themselves
sittin stuck
an emotional bliss
the skinny model [bad word] coke on the gum
tap my knee
i’m keepin the rhythm
the young and wild take chances together
they all jump up, twist and groove
but no one talks
lost in the [bad word] mood [bad word] 
no one talks
lost in the mood
no one talks
sweatin it out
lost in the mood

(verse 2)
there’s a hunger in the night
the moonlight kissing the nips on a model frame
i kissed her inner thigh
close my eyes
she began to make me fit
she like to go the mile
all the while i can see her tear a bit
i forgot her name
suttin that sounds like penelope
maybe a french twang to it
her tongue was quick
she was french i knew
a lovely foreigner
foreign to racism
she like that young [bad word] vibe
my brown skin, my shagged out fro
i’m king to her
and she will please her friend for me
so funny how the starving are guard less
naked is always honest
her hands all over my privates
lost in the mood
 [bad word] 
no one talks
lost in the mood
no one talks,
sweatin it out
lost in the mood
 [bad word] 
no one talks
lost in the mood
no one talks,
sweatin it out
lost in the mood