Apropos of nothing, she stumbled in from the cold
The place was late, the mood was dark, the room was full
In her ardent eyes you could tell, a bigger meaning drove her soul
The same hand that parted the sea between us had pulled her out of hell
Smoke and mirrors, silhouettes in the shadows
The femme fatale in a film noir
Silk on leather, her polemic disguise
Made the plangent music blare
I'm leaving, she said, as she leaned in, can I bum a light?
Like I was the only one in the bar,
That's a matter of perspective, I said, as I pulled her close,
There you are, here you go, is it far?
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