Song parody of
Wrapped Up In The Moment
by Cons of Jupiter
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Hey, I can tell you're home
Baby let me in, please pick up the phone
Pressed between her lips, is the cigarette she smokes
Clouds set the scene, and it's getting in my throat
Well I'm sick of all this talking and I'm sick of all these clothes
We should take them off and maybe see how far this goes
I was in her bedroom, finally had her on her own
Wrapped up in the moment, I don't think I'm going home
It's getting late, this party ain't so great
I start to sway, my vision ain't so straight
Everyones the same, and no one wants to change
I'm walking to your house, in the middle of the road
Well now you know I want you and our bodies get so close
I'm sick of all this hiding you got me feeling like a ghost
You've got nothing to be shy about, there'll be nothing to regret
When all of this is over, maybe we can do it again
Well I'm sick of all this talking and I'm sick of all these clothes
We should take them off and maybe see how far this goes
I was in her bedroom, finally had her on her own
Wrapped up in the moment, I don't think I'm going home
I don't think I'm going home...
Hey, I can tell you're home
Baby let me in, please pick up the phone
Pressed between her lips, is the cigarette she smokes
Clouds set the scene, and it's getting in my throat
Well I'm sick of all this talking and I'm sick of all these clothes
We should take them off and maybe see how far this goes
I was in her bedroom, finally had her on her own
Wrapped up in the moment, I don't think I'm going home
It's getting late, this party ain't so great
I start to sway, my vision ain't so straight
Everyones the same, and no one wants to change
I'm walking to your house, in the middle of the road
Well now you know I want you and our bodies get so close
I'm sick of all this hiding you got me feeling like a ghost
You've got nothing to be shy about, there'll be nothing to regret
When all of this is over, maybe we can do it again
Well I'm sick of all this talking and I'm sick of all these clothes
We should take them off and maybe see how far this goes
I was in her bedroom, finally had her on her own
Wrapped up in the moment, I don't think I'm going home
I don't think I'm going home...
