Paul Anka Midnight
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.
