Midnight (1958) - Paul Anka

So let’s Ispoon

Beneath the moon

The silv’ry moon

A up a high

Midnight

We’ll be together

At lover’s lane

We’ll kiss again

And then again

A at midnight

You hold my hand

And you drive me in sane

You’re burning up my heart

And you tickle my brain

Your eyes are blue

Your lips are red

The old hootie owl way

Up in a tree

Is taking a peek at

You and me

I don’t care what it can see