After midnight by Dorothy.

Nothing good comes after midnight.

I think about this lyric and no good can be seen after midnight.

Like when I left a drunk woman lying in her bed and locked the door behind me. She wanted me, and then she passed out.

I’m a gentleman and I left covering her up.

The next time she saw me, I could see in her eyes that she was grateful that I was a gentleman.

I get as horny as the next dude, but that is zero excuse to not behave like a gentleman.

Blaming your emotions is just plain wrong. Lust is an emotion.

Men and women are guilty of thinking between their legs and not their minds.

I’ve had women friends and I know that women are as dirty as men if not more so.

Everyone in the bar scene, their looking to get laid, why?

Don’t they know with every sexual partner you exchange a piece of your soul. If you have enough sexual partners your soul is destroyed.

Pornstars are soulless.

That sucks.

They used to be beautiful people, men and women, but they fucked their soul out.

Do you have anything to add?

Fucked their soul out.

No, I’m good.

Wow, I figured I was way off base.

Oh well.