When the clock strikes twelve

When the clock strikes twelve my lovely

I’ll be at your doors again, pushing with gentle pleading

And tender eyes, my hands stretched out and reaching

And hesitating at first you will succumb finally

And let yourself fall into my trap

The one only for you my darling

For I want to know when you sit on my lap

Everything you’ve ever been thinking

So I ask questions until you beg to sleep

Upturn the pillow and ask for forgiveness

And then come back, never missing a beat.

I do not love you my darling but if you could be mine

The skies would open to new darkness

I can only wish for that terrible blindness

When in the night I see your eyes shine.

This is not love so don’t be afraid

Take my hand, cry on my heart

Here there is no judgement or grade

Just us two thinking we’re smart

And playing the game and pretending we believe

But I avoid you until you start to leave

Darling, don’t go for at twelve oclock

I’ll meet you where we usually meet

I’ll close the door, close and lock

And then together we’ll walk the streets.