Still, so, here we go, nighthawk calls again Meeting after midnight like we do Flesh bared, never scared, know their kind too well Grab that Gretsch before
no feelings No feelings for anybody else Except for myself In love with myself, my beautiful self There ain?t no moonlight after midnight I see you stupid people out looking for
do but for weeks at night He heard nothing like the music of that magic night "That Pied Piper must have been joking" he said "There's nothing but Bach
up for Mama She'll get hot for you When they pass that basket Folk contribute to You put in for Mama She'll put out for you The folks atop the ladder
Magic has been set free She's waited here all of this year Just for this day And then the night comes alive With lights to dazzle And everything's extraordinary Nothing
someone answer me) wrapped in smoke with the key to lock, to lock the corridor (i think someone's after me) denial on high,they waited up for her delivery
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood For nothing now can
face in every one Well, up the stairs ran Frankie Lee With a soulful, bounding leap And, foaming at the mouth He began to make his midnight creep For
, after all, it was certainly the way of nature, and even though, no he didn't love her, he did feel an affection for her. and, after all, they were grown
end. Then, as the orchestra strikes up the next piece, THEY move off the floor to take up the glasses of champagne which MAX has poured for them. They
shakin' up the whole town Just a wink And the boys are thinkin' that you care You got 'em feelin' 'bout ten feet tall All lined up and ready to fall For
me back to where l started from I was riding on the big wheel, I was walking in a midnight sun Well, l did a lot of favors then, I asked for nothing
the moon BRIDGE: When will I wake up? Why did we break up? When will we make up? CHORUS: When money grows on trees People live in peace Everyone agrees
a prayer for the dying... "Melancholia" ...open your ears, close your eyes, tell me what you see... "Emesis Of The Soul" ...just a song about drug experience, nothing
fame and fortune Full of hope for all looks bright in daylight But the young boy he must learn That the road is twisted and turned And dangerous to travel after midnight
It was late last night before she hit me up, Baby, don't you know nothing good happens after midnight? You see the night before I couldn't keep my hands