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"