Wrong Side of Midnight

Shuffle past the bikers in the parking lot

And check all of my good sense at the door

Before I even take a seat

He asks me"What's to drink?"

Then grabs a dusty glass and starts to pour

Well I've never been a girl of moderation

And I've always been the type who asks for more

Is it me, is it him

Is it that New American Gin

That has me spinning like a penny on the floor

Ooh don't leave me lonely

Ooh don't leave me dry

Oh my, let me keep dancing on the wrong side of midnight

Another glass of liquid bad decisions

Another night of glassy eyed relief

Another hazy game of pool

Another sticky red barstool

Another evening in another stranger's sheets

Ooh don't leave me lonely

Ooh don't leave me dry

Oh my, let me keep dancing on the wrong side

Wish I could stop racing through my life

Been running from myself since '98

But I always hear a little voice inside

Every time I start to pump the breaks

And she says"Ooh don't leave me lonely

Ooh don't leave me dry

Oh my, let me keep dancing on the wrong side

Dancing on the wrong side

Dancing on the wrong side of midnight"