<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444142" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>This Mood Is Yours</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.<br>Like that should be a part of our daily appetite! <br>But you can<br>Crumble with it.<br>I'm not gon'<br>Baby sit it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.<br>Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves! <br>But you can<br>Crumble with it.<br>I'm not gon'<br>Baby sit it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Catching butterflies and watching busy bees on flowers was our 'thing! '<br>Time has passed us by and now you want to justify my lack of taste...<br>For these scenes you're making! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight.<br>Like that should be a part of our daily appetite! <br>But you can<br>Crumble with it.<br>I'm not gon'<br>Baby sit it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.<br>Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves! <br>But you can<br>Crumble with it.<br>I'm not gon'<br>Baby sit it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Will you please pass the bacon! <br>My toast is too cool for the jam.<br>Do you mind nukin' my scramble eggs? <br>And when you're done with pouting...<br>Pull the cord on the ceiling fan! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Your heat ain't stoppin'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I know you're trying to crank me up to see me crunchy too! <br>But what you do has lost its cuteness and its hoochie coo...<br>And taste for homemade liquor! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'When the moon would shine and flicker! <br>And both of us got 'lit' up quicker.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But those days then...<br>Don't make these wasted quarrels today right to fight! <br>Please pass the pepper with the butter knife.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">You believe your actions are foreplay to making love.<br>Since that's the way it was when we were cooing like some doves! <br>But you can<br>Crumble with it.<br>I'm not gon'<br>Baby sit it! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can<br>Just forget it! <br>I'm not gon'<br>Trouble with it! <br>This mood is yours not mine, <br>To visit!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=444142" data-title="This Mood Is Yours de Lawrence S. Pertillar" data-description="All you want to do is sit, mumble and fight. Like that should be a part of our daily appetite! But you can Crumble with it. I'm not gon' Baby sit it! You believe your actions are foreplay to making love. Since that's the way it was when we were..."></div> </div> </div>

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