I like Billy Squier, although. I didn't appreciate him as much in the 1980s as I do after seeing him perform with Ringo's All-Starr Band. Unlike most of the crap I rewrite here, this is a great song.
Lonely is the night
When you find yourself alone
Lonely is the dyke
When she's cravin' for the bone
This is about a conflicted lesbian. She likes women, but on this lonely night she needs cock. These lyrics even work with the rest of the first verse. "Your demons come to light and your mind is not your own" frames her conflict and/or confusion about her heterosexual desires.
Note: Do not interpret dyke as a slur of any sort in the context of this site. I use the term because it's a one-syllable word that fits the meter and (very) roughly rhymes with night/light.