Queen Of Mine

Move... move...

I should have been in bed at one

But it was around three when I hung up the phone

Since you came naked to my dreams

I cannot trust myself when I'm alone

You take wild honey, so do I

You take the salt, so I do

You faint from love, so I do

So do I, so do I

My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak

but of the moving kind

My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's mind

And I move, move, I move

We better move from one to three

Take me away on a carpet cloud far from the crowd

Give me your hand and close the door

Imagine you and me making love from three to four

You sell balloons, so do I

You want an airplane, so do I

You want it all, so do I

So do I, so do I

My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak

but of the moving kind

My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's

little na na na na na na ...

Have you something to move

Have you something to prove

I'm your moving Man

My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak

but of the moving kind

My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's

little na na na na na na ...

(c) Antler Belgium

Tekst en muziek: Rembert Desmet, Jean-Lou Nowé

1985