Text: Fleetwood Mac. 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

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
The face of a pretty girl

The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl
The face of a pretty girl