Moaning

Wake up in the middle of the night,
Morning Must be dreaming
About you 'cause I'm right
Here alone Only one
thing left to do
Close my eyes,
Hope that I think of you
Oh I, oh I taste that
Wake up in the middle of the night,
Morning Must be dreaming
About you 'cause I'm right
Here alone Only one thing left to do
Close my eyes, hope that
I think of you Taste that Oh,
I taste that
Taste that finger-licking-good,
Don't
fight it Earthquake me,
I hit your five zero,
Right Taste that finger-licking-good,
Don't fight it Earthquake