Black Honey - Midnight Lyrics
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Midnight
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What Are The Lyrics For Midnight By Black Honey?
It's just a telephone
We're dancing on our own Red lipstick, pleased to meet ya Yeah, give me tequila Their life inflicted me Still hungry for the beat So what you waiting for? You gotta give me I want your midnight, honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me They kill my rock and roll Transistor radio Clock ticks for you, the dreamer Yeah, give me tequila I took what I could stash Two beats before the crash So what you waiting for? You gotta give me I want your midnight, honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on And only for me The tears they roll They roll down, down, down We do what we know What goes around comes around I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight, honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me I want your midnight honey I'll take it for free I want your midnight honey Only for me On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on and on It keeps me going On and on and on and on And only for me |
Who Wrote Midnight By Black Honey?
Christopher Ostler, Isobel Phillips, James Eliot, Thomas Taylor, Tom Dewhurst
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