Lyrics:
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
So maybe some day after midnight before morning
Meet me to stare down the moon.
Lets take in the air in the space in between us
Til nothing is left
miss
You could call me Mr. midnight get you right
You could call me after midnight it's alright
You could call me Mr. midnight, Midnight
You could call
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
sweat or blood
They stretched and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke
Robert Earl Keen
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town.
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around.
On Main street after midnight
let you go?
(Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (A Man After Midnight))
Gimme, gimme, gimme a man after midnight
No, no, no, no, no
It's half-past twelve
Now I'm
Sherry was a waitress at the only joint in town
She had a reputation as a girl who'd been around
Down Main Street after midnight with a brand new
hustlin
Hasn't amounted to something
But still I strive
And hit the road
Comeback season
Nothing Like Jack
I'm Ray Charley on the roll
Blinded by
much caffeine I got rushing through my veins
After all this time I am still entertained
By you, by you it's kinda insane
Oh god, oh god it is getting
but we merely had sex to exercise
On my Jack Jones in the city I call home
No Jill to fill me with guilt
Eggshells cracked and spilt
Food wasted no
on my window
So you see a n**** shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
on my window
So you see a nigga shining in the Benzo
Balling! Got me feelin' like Jim Jones, I'm a pimp though
No limp though, couldn't copy my style
but I know you worth it
Ride or die resurrect like a serpent, I got a Love Jones so u KNOW it's urgent
From the woods over to the lighthouse, traveled
After you, your man'll get scarred next
And if your squad flex
I'm lettin' off like Bernard Goetz
A TEC-9 is my utensil
Fillin' niggas with so much lead
to jack a punk
And when that siccness hits I'm like a new stage
Watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave
Twelve midnight, my niggas
A three-ring show that comes and goes too fast
The best of friends have been divided by a kiss
And if we can't love again, I can always reminisce
Cinderella
and attack all you divas
Cash App PayPal for the features
Nasir Jones with that Ether
Yeah I’ll beat up jack, jack reacher
I won’t even need my clever
I’ll
Once upon a time I was falling in love
Now I'm only falling apart
There's nothing I can do
Total eclipse of the heart
Turn around bright eyes
Every now
the price
Whatever happened to the plans we made, laying awake after midnight
I don't want to lose that flame, but something has changed
I can see it in
Between you and me is dirty chemistry
Don't call my phone
Don't call me after midnight, baby
You and I've got dust in our eyes
The fire's so bright, but
and strained in the darkness and the hours crawled by like years!
Till, now, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold, on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger
by like years
Till now on the stroke of midnight
Cold on the stroke of midnight
The tip of her finger touched it
The trigger at least was hers
three or four
Then Dan spotted Bonnie and Jack
Ridin' by outside the door
Dan stormed out and looked around
And he let out a roar
Andres stayed
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