| Every night I go down town |
| Take a walk around |
| Every soulful sound |
| Reminds me of you |
| And all the shit you do |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| Every afternoon I try |
| Don’t have to wonder why I |
| Kiss on some other guy |
| I just can’t help missing you |
| And all that shit you do |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| All I wanna do is cook your bread |
| I just wanna make sure you’re well fed |
| I would rather die one hundred ways |
| Go blind than watch you walk away |
| Come on home |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| Started smoking cigarettes |
| One hundred sixty sticks |
| All my love is sick |
| Don’t wanna hear where you been conversations |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| All I wanna do is cook your bread |
| I just wanna make sure you’re well fed |
| I would rather die one hundred ways |
| Go blind than watch you walk away |
| Come on home |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| Those wicked eyes they captify straight through my dress |
| Don’t be so shy while I am swimming in your hands |
| I can taste your sweat |
| Cause all I wanna do is cook your bread |
| I just wanna make sure you’re well fed |
| I would rather die one hundred ways |
| Go blind than watch you walk away |
| Come on home |
| You are the mood that I’m in |
| Come on home |
| You are the mood that I’m in |