I am your midnight man.
The kids are down to sleep
Your husband is snoring
The windows are rattling.
You want what I have.
Crave what I provide
I am your midnight man,
Your secret rendezvous
If only in your mind
You think of me and you feel aglow
Blush and imagine my hands on your body
My tongue on your skin
My lips on your ear
Whispering all the desperately dirty things,
You wish you could do.
If only it was real, if only I was real
Midnight approaches, and you run your hands down your own body
You wish they were someone else’s
You wish they were mine.
But in the end, you fall to sleep alone
In this bed of two.
Wishing, and hoping
For one more midnight rendezvous.