Before it gets real

I don't understand what you're moaning about,
thinking you're dying while I'm living in doubt,
there so many things you got going for you,
sensual motions might bring them the blues,
just so many reasons as to why you should dance,
with all of the guys going "where is my chance?"
you think you're so ugly, fat and disturbed,
when you look like a beauty, calm and reserved.

Hot like the wind,
not living in sin,
break it down,
break it down,
before it gets real.

The clock is ticking, you better make up your mind,
are you sad, are you happy, am I going blind,
you're living in hell yet your wishing for heaven,
should you take that pill is it one or is it seven,
well it surely doesn't count if you're truly upset,
but if you think that I will make it that you better forget,
your dark blond hair makes its way down my chest,
your teasing me always the way you do best.

Hot like the wind,
not living in sin,
break it down,
break it down,
before it gets real.