Isn't It Midnight

Fleetwood Mac

So cool, calm and collected
You had a style, a rakish style
Well, my poor heart never connectedYou′d stay so long on my mind

Well, isn't it midnight
On the other side of the world?
Oh do you remember
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
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 that, ooh, I knew you'd never be mine

Well isn't it midnight
On the other side of the world?
Oh do you remember
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
The face of a pretty girl?

Isn′t it midnight
On the other side of the world?
Oh do you remember
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
The face of a pretty girl?
(The face of a pretty girl?)
(The face of a pretty girl?)
(The face of a pretty girl?)
(The face of a pretty girl?)
(The face of a pretty girl?)
(The face of a pretty girl?)