Roger Chapman Midnite Child
Chapman
It seems never ending the way she weave her spell
There's no protesting she does it oh so well
With her eyes dancing fire and her legs slipping round
Sneaks up round my backbone she leaves without a sound
CHORUS
She comes on like a gypsy, her baubles and her guiles
Hair falls down in ringlets, she hold this midnite smile
And even standing naked -something left to hide
The only explanation, she's just a midnite child.
She talks of absent lovers in the same breath new found friends
Comes tome at midnite bringing mystery to my bed
She'll be gone 'fore the morning, before the night time disappear
Sneaks up from the bedclothes and leaves without a tear
CHORUS
She comes on like a gypsy, her baubles and her guiles
Hair falls down in ringlets, she hold this midnite smile
And even standing naked -something left to hide
The only explanation, she's just a midnite child.
