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When the clock strike twelve, you'll be knocking at my door.
With wine and roses, you'll be ready to go.
To my bedroom of love where your cup always over flow.
Midnight lover, please come to me
Kissing and holding you close to me.
Midnight, my midnight lover.
Can't you see, only you were made for me.
The love we share was meant to be
My midnight,my midnight lover.
I like the way you hold me and squeeze me tight.
I want you to love me the rest of my life.
Just love me, hold me and squeeze me tight.
and tell me everything will be alright.
My midnight Lover.
Benny Faye Douglass