Midnight Taker
	by Tim Zezula and Tom Lazarich
  
Well I love the way you play the town 
You never seem to be around 
When things aren’t goin’ your way

You seem to have a special sense
There’s never any evidence 
You never will commit yourself to say
No you never will commit yourself to say

That you’’re a Midnight Taker
One Hell of a shaker
Not the type to take root and grow 
In saying that you love me
And holding that above me
No Lady, that ever gonna go

It’s a bad connection
Convenient affections 
Ain’t gonna hold me while I’m growing old

So commit yourself to this
There’s a few things I don’t kiss
And I’m sending yours on down the road

So commit yourself to this
There’s a few things I don’t kiss
And I’m sending yours on down the road