Paroles de Isn't It Midnight

So cool, calm and collected You had a style, a rakish style Well my poor heart Never connected You'd stay so long on my mind Well isn't it midnight On the other side of the world Do you remember The face of a pretty girl The face of a pretty girl Looking back so long ago You had a knack, a knack of Making women know Ooh there wasn't the time And i knew you'd never be mine Well isn't it midnight On the other side of the world Do you remember The face of a pretty girl The face of a pretty girl The face of a pretty girl Well isn't it midnight On the other side of the world Do you remember The face of a pretty girl The face of a pretty girl The face of a pretty girl