(T.Hendrik-K.van Haaren)
She comes out in the night, Sure youТve seen her before, DonТt expect to get free, What the others pay for.
She just plays her own games, And her love is for sale.
CHORUS:
SheТs living in the heart of midnight, Deep in the heart of midnight, Free and wild, SheТs living in the heart of midnight, Deep in the heart of midnight, SheТs so cool.
She canТt ever look back, DoesnТt know where sheТs from, Sure her heart never breaks.
It is made out of stone. She doesnТt want you to stay, For she goes her own way.
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