The night was still young, she felt like a million bucks./
Leaving behind the pain and the building blocks/ 
…blockin' the sunshine mockin' the young minds duckin' from one time/ 
…to fly the nest and try the next./ 
Leave it all, set out on her private quest./ 
Not really sure what she lookin' for, but like:/ 
she knows that there must be more to life./ 
Too many things tryin' to control her life./ 
Like the career that she know ain't right,/ 
or like the boyfriend that told her lies,/ 
or her jealous friends. Yo it's only right/ 
that I'm gone tonight. I wasn't meant to be/ 
trapped like this physically and mentally./ 
Only thing I'll miss a be my family,/ 
but I'm on the right path so don't cry for me… Cus I'm:
 [bad word] Lookin' for love,/ and you are - Lookin' for love./ We are all - Lookin' for love…

One love, one aim - different name, different city./ 
Same old [bad word] pollution. This kid he sees no other solution/ 
but to leave with the last train./ 
He's tired of the fast lane and the acid rain./ 
The massive pain that we all feel at times,/ 
but nobody else understands when we feel it. Why?/ 
No sympathy, no empathy, no love in the city, no identities./ 
He went to sleep. When he awoke the next day/ 
lookin' out the train window he sees he's halfway/ 
to the Promised land, and face to face with a young woman./ 
Ey, what's that song you hummin'?/ 
It's the new Looptroop - lookin' for love or something./ 
Oh, I ain't heard it yet. Is it hot? Yeah, bumpin'./ 
Can I hear it? Alright. Exchanging looks./ 
Listen, it's [bad word] up to the hook… and I'm:
 [bad word] 
The night was still young, their lives were still young,/ 
and who knows - they just might fulfil one/ 
and others' needs over this butter beat./ 
It's a bitter sweet little lovers' theme,/ 
cus some find love around the corner./ 
Some never find it though they travel the four corners/ o
f the earth, but for what it's worth:/ 
I'm sure it's out there - I'll continue to search… cus I'm:
 [bad word]