If I don't, if I don't have you And even if the river should run dry I may stay away for a night or two But all form of respect unto you is still due But it's not that I really mean to embarrass you, 'cause darling If I don't, if I don't, if I don't have

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Bennie and the Jets Say, Candy and Ronnie, have you seen them yet Oh, Bennie, she’s really keen She’s got electric boots, a mohair suit Hey kid, shake it loose together The spotlight’s hitting something That’s been known to change the weather We’ll kill

Well, I'm a man of many wishes Hope my premonition misses But what I really feel my eyes won't let me hide ‘Cause they always start to cry ‘Cause this time could mean goodbye Lately, I have had the strangest feeling With no vivid reason here to find Yet

I think we have an emergency Cause I've seen love die way too many times Because I won't stop holding on So, are you listening? So, are you watching me? It's really not your fault To talk about it When it deserved to be alive (It deserved to be alive)

I'm trying not to stare, it's too late The blankets over there, if you like I'm broken and I'm colder than hell I should've said I'd not come back here Your breakfast will get cold I really have to go It's easier to lie and be safe Time and time again

Tha fact of tha matter she blow out tha frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin brizzain What's really butter? Swingin' by the tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight

'Round midnight, midnight It begins to tell I do pretty well, till after sundown Suppertime I'm feelin' sad But it really gets bad 'Round midnight Memories always start 'round midnight Haven't got the heart to stand those memories When my heart is still

Sometimes I don't know which way to go 'cause I'm walking on a high wire Have to pull it together Feel so washed up today Haven't really got much to say Blood on the pillow of my bed Explains the pain that's in my head Sometimes I can't tell, but it's

They're the children on parade And nobody knows All the girls and boys have gone away They never really had much to say They took off all their clothes and their shoes Politely asked to be excused They have a secret they can share All the broken toys lie