NANCY WILSON > Midnight Sun
Your lips were like a red and ruby chalice,
warmer than the summer night
The clouds were like an alabaster palace
rising to a snowy height.
Each star it's own aurora borealis,
suddenly you held me tight,
I could see the Midnight Sun.
Was there such a night, it's a thrill
I still don't quite believe,
But after you were gone,
there was still some stardust on my sleeve.
The flame of it may dwindle to an ember,
and the stars forget to shine,
And we may see the meadow in December,
icy white and crystalline.
But oh my darling always I'll remember
when your lips were close to mine,
And we saw the Midnight Sun
Midnight Sun.
Nina Simone > My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
Is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows
My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
He cares for me
My baby don't care
For cars and races
My baby don't care for
He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Liberace's smile
Is something he can't see
Is something he can't see
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
My baby don't care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style
And even Lana Turner's smile
is somethin' he can't see
My baby don't care who knows it
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for shows
And he don't even care for clothes
My baby just cares for me
My baby don't care for cars and races
My baby don't care for
he don't care for high-tone places
I wonder what's wrong with baby
My baby just cares for
Just says his prayers for
My baby just cares for me
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