And my piano will kiss you slow tonight Let the melody run its fingers through your hair And my vocals tickle your ear And you almost can feel me here Will kiss you slow tonight But when it hurts, when you can't take it And when the rubber band feels

Nothing you can do's gonna change her mind When the wind decides that it's time to ride To spread a little hell through the heartland It takes a good long toke then it blows the smoke, through the desert night And the wings of fire, keep climbin' higher

Fall into the dark side Let go of the light Take me through the night We don't need the light We'll live on the dark side I see it, let's feel it While we're still young and fearless Give into the dark side We're not in love

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! A man after midnight Won't somebody help me Chase the shadows away Take me through the darkness To the break of the day There's not a soul out there No one to hear my prayer Half past twelve

Baby it's yours If you want it tonight I'll give you the red light special All through the night Just come through my door Take off my clothes And turn on the red light Take a good look at it

It's a cheating situation When there's no love at home A stealing invitation To take what's not really ours To make it through the midnight hours It's a cheating situation Just a cheap imitation Doing what we have to do There's no use in pretending

I'm gonna ride with you all night Sing to me like Pavarotti Taxi, taxi, give me a ride All these streets are never ending Tie 'em in a knot Drive me through a red light Waiting for everyone to stop Sing to me of Spain Take me to you operetta

I'm alone when the ending comes Take control of the nightmare This fate has become my own I fear I wont make, make it out, out in time I fear I wont make, make it out, out alive There is no quiet ending Ill be taking you with me Through blood and through

Help me make it through the night I don't care who's right or wrong I don't try to understand Let the devil take tomorrow Lord tonight I need a friend Yesterday is dead and gone And tomorrow's out of sight And it's sad to be alone

We're half awake in a fake empire Stay out super late tonight Picking apples, making pies Put a little something in our lemonade And take it with us Tiptoe through our shiny city With our diamond slippers on Do our gay ballet on ice Bluebirds on our