[True 1950s Blues / Smoky Jazz Bar Tempo: Slow, swaying (like 12/8 time) Feel: Haunting, lush, intimate, crackling old record vibes Vocals: Smooth, raspy when it needs to be, like Billie Holiday meets Dinah Washington] [Verse 1] Red dress stickin’ to my skin, Moonlight slippin’ through the cracks again. You promised the stars, you promised the skies, Left me holdin’ whiskey kisses and midnight lies. [Chorus – Smooth and slow, like thick honey] 🎶 Ooh, these smoky rooms, they know my name, Where broken hearts all look the same. Pour another glass, dry these eyes, Nothin' left but whiskey kisses and midnight lies. 🎶 [Verse 2] Your laugh still haunts the back of this hall, Like perfume faded but not gone at all. Played your games in a sweet disguise, Now I'm drowning slow in midnight lies. [Chorus – Louder, a little more hurt in the voice] 🎶 Ooh, these smoky rooms, they know my name, Where broken hearts all look the same. Pour another glass, dry these eyes, Nothin' left but whiskey kisses and midnight lies. 🎶 [Bridge – Low and breathy, soft drums and bass thump] Was it love, or just a way to kill time? Was it real, or just a glass of cheap red wine? You slipped away like a song in the rain, And here I sit, toastin’ to your name... [Final Chorus – Let the voice soar, pull all the heart out] 🎶 Ooh, these smoky rooms, they know my name, Where broken hearts all look the same. Pour another glass, dry these eyes, I'm still kissin' whiskey dreams and midnight lies. 🎶 [Outro – Fading, just piano and voice] Midnight lies... Midnight... Lies.