Lyrics:

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