The Lady in Black Gloves

[verse 1] Under faded lights of an old cabaret, She drifts through the smoke, like she’s slipping away. A curl of cigarette draws lines in the air, The taste of her whisky still lingers everywhere. [chorus] Oh, the lady in black gloves, She plays with fate and love. One kiss, just a flare, And I’m her prisoner… under streetlight glare. [verse 2] Her laughter rings out as the glasses collide, A saxophone moans while the shadows divide. Her eyes strike a spark, open doors to the night, Where you lose your soul in the neon light. [bridge] Whisky glow, smoky haze, The night is bending, bound to blaze. One breath, just a flame, And nothing remains the same. [verse 3] She pulls me close in a wild, swinging spin, Her hips whisper danger, my steps tumble in. Each twirl is a promise, both cruel and divine, Velvet hands hiding fangs that entwine. [chorus] Oh, the lady in black gloves, She plays with fate and love. One kiss, just a flare, And I’m her prisoner… under streetlight glare. [chorus] Oh, the lady in black gloves, Fades with the dawn above. One kiss, just a flare, And I’m left alone… under streetlight glare. ------------------------------------------- Original lyrics by Phyx © Copyright 2025 - @Phyx -------------------------------------------