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