(oooooooo's)
im in the mood, for you
imagination running as you sit on the tube
opposite to, me
disturbed by my stare
you return the favour eyes fixated here
hope you can read these eyes of mine
come on (come on, come orrrrrrr-nnnnn)
give in x3
give in (quick time x3)
to me
palms start to get sweaty
& as my mind takes off I visualize confetti
im jumping the gun
I don't even know you its kind of a rush
Hour crush
im in the mood, for us two
turn this 30 second love into an afternoon
afternoon with, me
talk musical tastes
tell me how much you love stevie and how he plays
we could go on & on & on (& on & orrrrr-nnnn)