Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel Came pumping on my floor[1]
She said "Come on baby You got a licence for love[2]
And if it expires pray help from above"[3]
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg，
But when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to be me babe
What set you free I need you hear by me
Because
In the midnight hour she cried- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell she cried- "more, more, more"
In the midnight hour babe- "more, more, more"
With a rebel yell- "more, more, more"
More, more, more.
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare