Bankers From Boston
Moon And Your Moods
It's a fact of mathematics
Your love is a magnet
That turns on an axis
With the moon and your moods
And it seems to fall short of
The time we've afforded
It comes and it goes
But it's always too soon
Yeah, it comes and it goes
But it's always too soon
Oooh..
Oooh, Oooh...
Oooh
Oooh
Ahhh, la la la la la
Ahhh, la la la la la la
Ahhh, la la la Ahh..
I've painted myself
Back into this corner
When I began this room
I only had room for two
Now I've traded my brush
For a shovel and a bottle
Letras de cancionesAnd the hole that I'm digging
Is a snug little tomb
Yes they hole that I'm digging
Is a snug little tomb
Oooh..
Oooh, ooh
Oooh..
Ooh..
Ahhh, la la la
Ahhh, la la la la
Ahhh, la la la
Ahhh...
It's a fact of mathematics
Your love is a magnet
That turns on an axis
With the moon and your moods
And it seems to fall short of
The time we've afforded
It comes and it goes
But it's always too soon
Yeah, it comes and it goes
But it's always too soon
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