well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right
and the moon is out and the stars are bright
and whatever comes s'gonna be alright
cause tonight you will be mine - up on cloud number nine
and there ain't no place that i'd rather be
and we can't go back but you're here with me
yeah, the weather is really fine - up on cloud number nine

yes yes yes ohhhhhh yes just some chocloates (cloud 9) in the house. 3, 4 on the floor .....