I love the feel of his money
One time I loved the feel of him, she yawned
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefits began
Oh for restoration I may balk and churl
I have my standards to maintain
The very fact I'm here at all is quite absurd
The aggravation leaves a stain
Oh, I love the feel of his money she yawned
One time I loved the feel of him
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefits began
I love the feel of his money she yawned
One time I loved the feel of him
It was not until he was crucified
That the benefits began
Oh, it's a Dark Moon
Oh, it's a Dark Moon
For restoration I may balk and churl
I have my standards to maintain
The angle I come from is quite absurd
The aggravation leaves a stain
In this Dark Moon
In this Dark Moon ooh
If I had the possession that I thought that I should
I never cease to amaze
From the angle that she stands, so absurd so afraid
In this Dark Moon
Oh this Dark Moon
In this Dark Moon
Under this Dark Moon
Oh this Dark Moon, ooh
Wait a minute, wait a minute
Woo! Oh well, oh well Oh oh oh oh
Cause watch your soul, watch your soul, watch your soul
Watch your soul, watch your soul, watch your soul
Watch your soul, for my self

Writer : PLANT, ROBERT / PTACEK, RAINER J.
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, A SIDE MUSIC OBO MUSHED MUSIC