Midnight Nightingale With The Long Hair Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, midnight nightingale with the long hair
Was all that what happened just biochemical warfare
Was there a light, a flare blinking infrared
How does your mouth break, alter bread?
Your kisses they're like a well-practised confessional
Darling, you deserve the congressional medal.

Oh, tell me why do you feel unloved wanting always more?
Is that why you even take what isn't yours
Leaving a trail of bread crumbs on the floor
Naturally, every woman's got satanical claws.
But what kind of harlot always begs
Won't let any man; easily leave, without her voodoo hex.

Oh, darling, you're like a sandstorm hotly spun
Guess I'd have to say, in all honesty, it's been fun.
Oh, midnight nightingale with the long black raven hair
Was all that what happened just biochemical warfare
But oh lord, I do declare as my witness
She is my one and only weakness.

Her kisses lord they're like a well-practised confessional
Darling, I deserve the congressional medal.
Oh, tell me why do you feel unloved wanting always more?
Is that why you even take what isn't yours
Leaving a trail of bread crumbs on the floor
Naturally, every woman's got satanical claws.

But oh lord, I do declare as my witness
She is my one and only weakness.