Disclaimer: strong language; discretion advised
“So, what’s it called again?” Wyn asks.
“Midnight Madness.” Jon says, casually leaning back in his chair.
“Hmm,” Penny hums, pacing back and forth at the end of Jon’s bed.
“What?” Jon sits up to shoot him a defensive glare.
“Nothing. Just…nothing. I like it. It’s good…”
Nods. “Yeah. Who’s never went out, had too many drinks, made a fool of themselves on the dance floor and sloshed around with a girl?”
Geordie laughs, Dom looks up, grinning, and Wyn peers at Jon accusingly.
“Me, actually.” Jon admits, blushing.
Penny stares at him, disbelief.
“And you wrote the song?”
Jon just shrugs.
Penny rolls his eyes, falling back on the bed with a thump.
Just one drink in and my visions wrecked
Got a tight dress on, lost all respect.
Text a bonny lad, her new prospect.
What could I say? What did you expect?
The taste of last night’s drink
Stayed fresh on my lips
That feeling that you get
After only a few sips
She were a midnight madness
Screaming and gleaming under flashing lights
Call her a midnight madness the way she
Moved her hips, dancing through the night
She were a midnight madness the way you kissed those lips
Screaming and beaming, such a pretty sight
Fresh eyed and fully dressed
Couldn’t help making you a mess
Last night, was something to talk about
She were a sight to see
Last night the drinks took a hold of me
Her nails were long and you fell for it
Try as she might, at last not your bird
At least not one that you would prefer
She were too drunk to walk home
She wasn’t sure where she’d go
He’s a menace to society,
A strain on the economy,
A little easy on the eyes,
Made up for all his lies, tonight.
The smell of last night’s smoggie
Still fresh on my mind
She had to tell that girl which
One of you were mine
All night, was a fight for her to quit
(Maybe she’s a midnight madness)
She might lose interest, take the hint
Try as she might, at last not your bird,
Is she a girl that you would prefer?