Oh, it's not the kinda thing you find around here
Only some, some other guys'll tell you what you wanna hear
You can teach 'em to crawl when you call their name, spend their money every payday
I been out on the street for a weekend changin',
I don't have the patience
Lady, I need somewhere I can go
C'mon, your friends'll never know
Whoa-oa-oa
Don't make me sleep out in the cold
I need a one-night stand
'Cause I ain't lookin' for a long term plan
I wanna keep us in the moment
Take me to the promised land
Want a last-minute lover?
I could be your midnight man
Your midnight man, oh
I'll be your midnight man
Ooh, your midnight man
I can see they're slim and pretty in the classic six
Designer clothes and all, the three cute kids
That kinda livin' kinda makes me sick
Every night I get a taste of how the other half lives
And when the morning comes I'm back on the skids
Don't you wonder what the hell you did?
Whoa-oa-oa
I got no other place to go-o-o
Whoa-oh-oh
I'll do the dishes and then I'll take it slow
Midnight man, no
I'll be your midnight man
Ooh, your midnight man