She's hungry, hungry for life

Every bound and ban cuts like a knife

She's willing to break down the walls

When the night-time falls

Blue moonlight, she's wide awake

Every breath of the dark makes her shake

In silence she's slipping away on a moonlight's ray



Hot night, there's loving and spite

In the lanes and in the alleys, darkness and light

Hot night, the good and bad's so close together



The Beauty and the Beast, saints and demons--kisses and bites

The Beauty and the Beast in the dead of the night



He's longing, longing to stray

Leaving back all the yesterday's clay

Right down where the streets have no names

The winds were never tamed

Together they're taking to flight

Hand in hand through the maze of the night

Don't follow the Will-o'-the-wisp in the shadow's mist



Hot night, there's loving. . .



The Beauty and the Beast. . .