She couldn't resist the pull, the lure
As she pulled on her dancing shoes
A brassy bossanova cure
To soothe the midnight blues
A window of opportunity, to adore
To look upon her and admire
She danced to own and burn the floor
To set the thing on fire...
This dream was her favourite yet
But it would softly fade again
As she pulled upon her cigarette
And stared into the late night rain...
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