Midnight

It's midnight once again
But my lover isn't around.
He must be out, cavorting about
Gettin drunk around the town.

How can I love this man?
He's a charmer and a disgrace.
An evil black passion
Is concealed behind his face.

Yes, once again it's midnight,
And I'm in my own personal hell.
A policeman's on the porch
And he just rang my doorbell.

So I have to bail him out?
He can't lie his way outta this!
It's just like having sex.
It all began with a simple kiss.

It's midnight fair maidens.
Do you know where your lover is?
Is he dealing drugs in the ghetto
Or making dough in show biz?