You look me up and down, you tell me like it isYou're not afraid to cry, you're not afraid to kissYou look me up and down, you tell me what you wantYou're not afraid to turn, you're not afraid to flunkBut in the middle of the night, I can hear your voice singingDon't look back, you have a choiceIn the middle of the night, I can hear that whistle blowUh-huhUh-huhThe definition stands, the hero is a manHe lifts you from the fire, pulls you from the quicksandThe definition stands, the woman is a heartUh-huhLearning to be heard is a Herculean artBut in the middle of the night, I can hear your voice singingDon't look back, you have a choiceIn the middle of the night, I can hear that whistle blowUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhUh-huhYou look me up and down, you tell me like it isYou're not afraid to cry, not afraid to kissYou look me up and down, you tell me what you look forYou're not afraid to charm and you're not afraid to flauntBut in the middle of the night I can hear your voice singingDon't look back, you have a choiceIn the middle of the night I can hear that whistle blowIn the middle of the night