Isn't It Midnight
Christine McVie
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
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