every afternoon i try don t have to wonder why i kiss on some other guy i just can t help missing you and all that shit you do you are the mood that i m in all i wanna do is cook your bread i just wanna make sure you re well fed i would rather die one hundred ways go blind than watch you walk away come on home you are the mood that i m in started smoking cigarettes one hundred sixty sticks all my love is sick don t wanna hear where you been conversations you are the mood that i m in all i wanna do is cook your bread i just wanna make sure you re well fed i would rather die one hundred ways go blind than watch you walk away come on home you are the mood that i m in those wicked eyes they captify straight through my dress don t be so shy while i am swimming in your hands i can taste your sweat cause all i wanna do is cook your bread i just wanna make sure you re well fed i would rather die one hundred ways go blind than watch you walk away come on home you are the mood that i m in come on home you are the mood that i m in
['modern blues']