(Midnight
is for lovers.)
Midnight
is for lovers
so let's spoon
beneath the moon,
the silvery moon,
up 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 burnin' up my heart
and then you tickle my brain.
Your eyes are blue,
your lips are red,
so one more kiss
and I'll go out of my head.
Yes at midnight
when all is quiet,
somewhere we'll stop
in my jalop*
and ooh-ooh,
we'll make love.
(Midnight
is for lovers.)
The old hootie owl
way up in a tree
is takin' a peek at
you and me.
I don't care
what all it can see
for one more kiss
and I'm in ecstasy.
Yes at midnight
when all is quiet,
somewhere we'll stop
in my jalop
and ooh-ooh,
we'll make love.
Midnight,
oh, it's for lovers—
it's at midnight,
oh just for lovers—
at at midnight,
I'm tellin' you it's for lovers...