So Late At Night

I have no one to love me,
No one to hold me tight.
That's why I'm always whistling,
So very late at night.
I have no one to love me,

No one to treat me right.
That's why I'm always whistling,
So very late at night.
With a heavy heart I sit in my window,
I whistle a tune.
In my heart I hope for a miracle from
The magic in the moon.
For one that'll treat me right,
And love me so late at night.

by Luegenia Van Buskirk

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