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?