Mooning

Mooning - The Chicago Performers

I spend my days just mooning

So sad and blue so sad and blue

I spend my nights just mooning

All over you

Oh I'm so full of love

As any fool can see

'Cause angels up above

Have hung a moon on me

Why must I go on mooning

So all alone

There would be no more mooning

If you would call me

While nine by myself bread

And cring give myself raider

Mooning over you

I'll stand behind

You mooning forevermore

Someday you find me mooning

At your front door

Oh everyday at school I watch ya

Always heallin' till I got ya

Mooning