Beatles

The needle showed the gas was low

And three dollars in my pocket

Her beauty got the best of me

And she didn't try to stop it

On a dead end road nobody knows

A thing about but me

We parked that old ford pickup truck

Under that cypress tree

Turnin midnight

Burnin moonlight



Yeah I was off and runnin

My fingers through her hair

You could cut the passion

With a knife

In that southern midnight air

I kissed her sweet on that pickup seat

As my blue jeans hit the floor

Her body heat

And my cold bare feet

Pressed up against the door

Turnin midnight

Burnin moonlight



Oh I still feel the same about you

I can't spend the night without you

You still move me

Turnin midnight

Burnin moonlight



It happened fast

Just like that

It didn't take us long

Like smoke rings off my cigarette

Our innocence was gone

And I wanted to say something

But I buttoned up instead

She sat there and brushed her hair

And a smile was all she said

Turnin midnight

Burnin moonlight



Girl I still feel the same about you

I can't spend the night without you

You still move me

Turnin midnight

Burnin moonlight