Bitter Corner Booth

Take a seat at the corner booth Pour me a glass of the bitter truth The jazz is slow, the lighting is dim I’m trying to forget the memory of him You’ve got the look of a dangerous man With a loaded gun and a desperate plan Buy me a drink and tell me your lies I love the darkness that lives in your eyes In the smoky lounge where the lost souls meet We hide from the sirens out on the street A momentary romance built on the edge Dancing tonight on a razor's ledge Tomorrow we’ll scatter like ash in the breeze But tonight I’ll be everything you need to please So play the piano, play it so slow Hold me close before we both have to go In the smoky lounge... Just you and me...