A Jim Steinman-Style |
| `Twas the night before Christmas when time stood so still The hero was seeking for his perfect girl, The fires were burning, the lightning split the sky, She was waiting somewhere for him, there in the night! She was waiting somewhere for the hero to call, She was waiting somewhere for a man strong and tall, She was waiting somewhere in the depths of the night, For the strength in his soul and the spark in his eye. When all of a sudden the thunder peals rolled, Splitting the silence and cleaving the cold, The church bells rung midnight, he was ready to go, With the cold like a sword in the depths of his soul. "She'll be there by the window, her hair blowing wild, The form of a woman with the face of a child, Watching the lightning streak into the sea, Under the starlight she's waiting for me! "There won't be no Santa, there won't be no sleigh, In velvet black darkness I'll steal her away!" Like a bat from hell flying he ate up the miles, He was ready to die in her arms as she smiled. She's holding out for a hero to take her away, Holding out for a hero upon Christmas Day, To take to someplace, some far paradise, For a Meatloaf style Christmas and Steinman Good Night! |
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