MIDNIGHT
Paul Anka


Midnight
is for lovers

so let's Ispoon
beneath the moon

the silvery moon
a up a high

midnight
we'll be together.
At lover's lane
we'll kiss again

and then again
at midnight.
You hold my hand
and you drive me insane

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.