On any midnight street
Of this morally-bankrupt city,
There is always someone
Ready to bleed and ready to die
As they bid farewell
To their inconsolable existence,
But beautiful girl,
Seek happy days and happy nights
Swaying beneath dance-floor lights
In the strong and forceful arms
Of a man who will treat you right.
Stay with me
When the lamps go out
In a moonlit room…
I am in love with you.
Uriah Hamilton
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-lamps-go-out/
