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Shades over my eyes Make the creepers look back at themselves Sittin' stuck in emotional bliss The skinny model girls rub coke on the gums 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 motherfuckin' 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 eye, 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 Maybe a French twang to it Her tongue was quick, she was French I knew it A lovely foreigner, foreign to racism She like that young nigga 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 guardless Naked is 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 motherfuckin' mood No one talks, lost in the mood No one talks, sweatin' it out, lost in the mood