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"