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.