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It's two AM on a midsummer night,
She tossed and turned for a couple of hours,
But she couldn't find the dream she was looking for,
There's someone on her mind, a boy she's thinking of,
And oh, nobody likes to sleep alone…

So she basks in the glow of the blue light,
Stares at the screen for a while,
Then she builds up the courage to write a few lines and say,
“Hey boy, are you up?”
And oh, “Would you like to come on over and spend the night?”

He's turning a page when the phone dings,
Smiles at that sweet, familiar chime,
He rolls out of bed, pulls on a pair of pants, and says,
“I'm on my way.”
And oh, nobody likes to sleep alone…

So he runs down the hall,
And she opens the door,
And the sparks start to fly.

He kisses her soft,
And she melts in his arms,
And a slow fire starts to burn.

What do we know about modern romance?
Except nobody likes to sleep alone…

Now it's eight o'clock in the morning,
She hits the snooze on the alarm,
He stretches in bed, plants a kiss on her head, and says,
“I've got work today,”
“But maybe I will see you tonight?”

What do we know about modern romance?
Nobody likes to sleep alone.

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