it takes a wrong passionate move

In the night of the rocky mountain

The lovers will not see the sharp edges

The deep ravines the soft holding steps

It takes a wrong passionate move

The months of agony and shame

The raging hormones; the lusts to bridge it

When the wake up called is made

Who will get the blame?

The religious bodies of men

They will point the fingers to the women

They will say the women are causing pain

They will never say the sins apply to all

It takes two to tango on the floor

The lustful men the children every year

Who will get the blame?

In the night of the rocky mountain

The wind will blow with seductive echo

The moments of the right time and place

Nothing will stop the bridge to be made

The caution will be thrown to the wind

The raging hormones will sing its loudest voice

Let the bird fly in the echo of the heartbeats

Now who will get the blame?

When point of sale is executed?

The ringing of lusts in the minds

Blame it on the rocky mountain?

Blame it on the easy laid?

Blame it on the passionate moments?

Every excuse but the shame will come

In the moments will sin take flight?