Emerald silk beneath the chandelier, Champagne catching candlelight. She sits where the curtains hide the room, Where the city's secrets spend the night. Politicians laugh behind their glasses, Kings of money trade their names. She doesn't move when the door swings open, She just watches through the champagne. Champagne, darling, raise your glass, Let the dangerous hours pass. Smile like you already know Which way the crooked money flows. Champagne, with those foreign eyes, Dressed in green and wrapped in lies. Everybody thinks they know her game— Nobody knows who sent Champagne. A senator leans toward a banker, Whispers something far too low. Champagne slowly turns her glass, Like she doesn't hear a word they know. A little envelope changes hands, A silver lighter shuts with a click. She remembers every little detail While they mistake her silence for innocence. Someone asks her where she's from, She answers with a smile. “Somewhere you've never been, darling… And somewhere I may stay awhile.” Champagne, darling, raise your glass, Let the dangerous hours pass. Smile like you already know Which way the crooked money flows. Champagne, with those foreign eyes, Dressed in green and wrapped in lies. Everybody thinks they know her game— Nobody knows who sent Champagne. Midnight finds the room much quieter, The orchestra begins to fade. Three men leave through the backdoor, One forgets the deal he made. She writes a number on a napkin, Lights a cigarette and waits. A black car stops beside the curb— Someone important knows she's late. “Who do you work for? ” He finally asks. She smiles like a secret Behind a silver mask. “Does it matter? ” She takes another drink. “You've already told me everything I needed to know.” Champagne, darling, raise your glass, To every secret that won't last. Smile like you already knew Exactly what they came here to do. Champagne, with those foreign eyes, Beautiful enough to hide the lies. Tonight the room belongs to her again— But nobody knows who sent Champagne. The orchestra starts playing. The green dress disappears. Her champagne glass is empty… But her secrets remain. And somewhere across the ocean, A telephone begins to ring. “Champagne has the information.”
