Moonlite - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Whoa-oh, Love under moonlite

I can never make it up to you

I can never get relief

Bitter taste on my tongue

I don't want no grief

You hated my sense of humour

You hated my mentality

Don't sugar coat it, baby

It's a bitter reality

Whoa-oh, Love under moonlite

Take your time, take what you want

Take me away, take time to breath

Hold it all against me

I'm the exception I believe

As I taste your bitter flesh

As I taste your salty tears

They'll carry you away from me

Along with all my fears

Whoa-oh, Love under moonlite