Midnight
is for lovers
so let`s Ispoon
beneath the moon
the silv`ry moon
a up a high
midnight
we`ll be together.
At lover`s lane
we`ll kiss again
and then again
a at midnight.
You hold my hand
and you drive me in sane
you`re burning up my heart
and you tickle my brain
your eyes are blue
your lips are red.
The old hootie owl way
up in a tree
is taking a peek at
you and me
I don`t care what it can see.
