Half past twelve and I’m watching the late showin my flat all alone how I hate to spend the evining on my ownAutumn winds blowing outside the window as I look a round the room and it makes me so depressd to see the gloomThere's not a soul out there~no one to here my prayer~~~~~~~~~gimme gimme gimme a man after midnightwon’t some body help me chase the shadows awaygimme gimme gimme a man after mi..
