Title: Number 9 in the Moonlight[Verse 1]

I was your trailblazer under stadium lights,

Number 9 crashing through the autumn night.

You in that short skirt, cheer skirt swaying slow,

Blonde hair like honey, catching the stadium glow.

Rose blooming reckless on your silk white top,

Bazoogas heaving as the crowd forgot to stop.

We were young gods, darling, invincible and wild,

Backseat Chevy confessions, your body like a child.

[Pre-Chorus]

Hot July kisses, silk double Ds pressed to my chest,

Getting high, high, high on your whispered yes.[Chorus]

Do you still dream of me in the moonlight glow?

Number 9 fading on the field we used to know.

Will you wait in the bleachers when the game's long gone?

Mystery lover, spectatress, singing my swan song.

High, high, high... we were lost in the afterglow,

Young and reckless, baby, did you ever let me go?

[Verse 2]

Frolicking through wildflowers, skin like summer rain,

Running, grabbing, tumbling into sweet sharp pain.

Game room shadows, music low and slow,

Quiet kisses dueling where the neon used to glow.

Your silk body calling, drawing me deeper in,

Blonde waves crashing like sin upon sin.

We were bedeviled darlings under sultry moon,

Getting high, high, high, gone too soon.

[Pre-Chorus]

Moonlit passion, flowers in your hair,

Do you still taste me in the midnight air?[

Chorus]

Do you still dream of me in the moonlight glow?

Number 9 fading on the field we used to know.

Will you wait in the bleachers when the fame burns out?

Mystery girl in the skirt, what was that all about?

High, high, high... we were burning up the night,

Lovers in the shadows, vanishing from sight.[

Bridge]

Sometimes I swear I see you in the rearview glass,

Sport skirt fluttering like a ghost from the past.

Was it real or just a fever dream we chased?

Number 9 forever in your secret place.

Tell me, baby, do the flowers still bloom where we fell?

Or did the mystery take you straight to hell?

[Final Chorus / Outro]

Do you still love me when the stadium's empty and cold?

Number 9 no longer young, no longer bold.

High, high, high... fading into blue,

Mystery spectatress, was it ever really you?

High... high... high...

(whispers) Number 9... number 9... gone.