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.