It’s four in the morning, this is your last warning, cos
Baby, when push comes to shove.
I like what I’m seeing, that’s why I’m agreeing, that
Maybe I’m falling in love.

Last week with the others, like sisters and brothers,
I took you for granted, it’s true.
But to them I’m beholdin’, tonight you are golden, now
I only have eyes for you.

It’s four in the morning, and I could be snoring, but
Somehow I think that can wait.
I try to be cool, but I act like a fool and now
I am resigned to my fate.

You’re telling me secrets, you’ve never told anyone,
Laying it all on the line.
And it’s too late to mention, despite my intention, now
I’m telling you all of mine.

Yes, it’s four in the morning, we’ve both started yawning, but
Baby, the night is still young.
It all goes to show, just in case you don’t know, there are
still love songs left to be sung.

I’ve written a few, in my time it is true,
I’m a hopeless romantic at heart.
I could write you a letter, or make this song better, but
I wouldn’t know where to start.

‘Cos it’s four in the morning, and day is now dawning, let’s
Go out and crow at the sun.
The neighbors will stare, but do we really care?
At least we know how to have fun.

Each day I grow younger, I can’t feed this hunger,
I might even fade right away.
Yes, it’s all so consuming, when new love is blooming,
There is only one thing left to say…

It’s four in the morning, this is your last warning, cos
Baby, when push comes to shove.
I like what I’m seeing, that’s why I’m agreeing, that
Maybe I’m falling in love...
I think I am falling in love...
Baby, I’m falling in love.