Flung under a street-lamp still burning at dawn
I'm in the mood again
You took the breath right out of me
I walk the damp streets rather than slumber
I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood, I'm in the mood again

I don't know what's come over me
Now you'll find it in the early hours, in a lover's song
Away from the mad-hatters who live in Manhattan
But none of their riches could ever compare
But it's nothing that I'm doing wrong
Along past the fine windows of shameless and plunder
I'm in the mood again

I lay my head down on fine linens and satins
The Empire State building illuminating the sky