Texty: Yngwie Malmsteen. The Best Of 1990-1999. Gimme, Gimme, Gimmie.

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away

Half past twelve
And I'm watching the late show in my room all alone
How I hate to spend the evening on my own
Autumn winds
Blowing outside the window as I look around the room
And it makes me so depressed to see the phone

There's not a soul out there, no one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Movie stars
Find the end of the rainbow, with that fortune to win
It's so different from the world I'm living in
Tired of TV
I open the window and I gaze into the night
But there's nothing there to see, no ones in sight

There's not a soul out there, no one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me
Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight

There's not a soul out there, no one to hear my prayer

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Take me through the darkness to the break of the day

Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight
Won't somebody help me chase these shadows away
Gimme, gimme, gimme your love after midnight