tonight is coming to an end now.
there's only a few people left in the club.
i hear the sounds of their mumbling voices,
and some occasional laughter;
the waitress carrying the last of
the supper dishes to the kitchen;
and tinkling glasses as the bartenders
clean up, putting away Peach Schnapps,
Southern Comfort, cognac, gin,
champagne and Royal Crown.

the music is dreamy and,
oh, so very comforting,
as he takes my hand,
leading me onto the floor.
we can see unspoken passion
in each others eyes.
we don't need words any more,
as he wraps his strong arms
around my quivering waist.
i rest my head on his shoulder
and give in to his charms,
swept away by the jazz band.

slow dancin' 'round midnight,
warm glow from cool blue lights.
holding him feels so right,
as i gently kiss his neck,
as he tenderly nibbles my earlobe.
nothing can compare to
slow dancin' 'round midnight.

a little taste of sin,
we're doing the dirty grind.
he knows how much i want him.
next, we do the two step.
he bends me backward,
dipping me so low, the tips of
my locks nearly touch the floor.
that look in his eyes say
soon we'll be going out the door,
and go to a quiet place where
we'll have a private party.

slow dancin' 'round midnight,
i love the glow of blue lights.
holding him feels so good, so right,
as i gently kiss his neck,
as he tenderly nibbles my earlobe.
nothing can ever compare to
slow dancin' 'round midnight.