Moral Dillemma
by Benjamin Ackerma
I step from off my cloud, and take my tophat of
I wonder where you are, as I wish upon a sta
and as I gaze into your eyes
can you see that I'm surprised
I grab my mask as we leave the doo
with haste, we depar
your attention I need to hold, as the calendar grows ol
and as we enter the doors open wide
and your eyes they come aliv
if you keep doing what you do...
I could fall for yo
The heat, it holds us down as we dance upon the floo
as we leave the night is still young, because neither one o
us i
don
and as I take off my mask
on my knees I'm down to ask
could you keep doing what you do
I think I fell for you