Move... move...
I should have been in bed at one
But it was around three when I hung up the phone
Since you came naked to my dreams
I cannot trust myself when I'm alone
You take wild honey, so do I
You take the salt, so I do
You faint from love, so I do
So do I, so do I
My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak
but of the moving kind
My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's mind
And I move, move, I move
We better move from one to three
Take me away on a carpet cloud far from the crowd
Give me your hand and close the door
Imagine you and me making love from three to four

You sell balloons, so do I
You want an airplane, so do I
You want it all, so do I
So do I, so do I
My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak
but of the moving kind
My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's
little na na na na na na ...
Have you something to move
Have you something to prove
I'm your moving Man
My, my queen of Mine, I'm pink, pale and weak
but of the moving kind
My, my queen of Mine, I'm only moving a woman's
little na na na na na na ...
(c) Antler Belgium
Tekst en muziek: Rembert Desmet, Jean-Lou Nowé
1985