[Intro] (Soft blues guitar, distant laughter, slow barroom groove) When the final sunlight fades across the town, and the asphalt still smells of rain coming down, a fire wakes beneath the red neon glow, at The Consensual, where the night begins to flow. [Verse 1] There they stand in the shadows, confident and fine, with glitter on their skin and a storm deep inside. No step is accidental, no gaze goes unseen, the SophistiCats know exactly where they’ve been. They don’t dance for pity, they don’t dance for gold, they dance because the rhythm takes hold of their souls. Each one carries secrets through the velvet night, and when the beat comes calling, darkness turns to light. [Pre-Chorus] No whispered lines without a meaning, no hand, no force, no command. Only when everybody says yes can the game become a dance. [Chorus] The SophistiCats, they’re burning through the night, at The Consensual, every soul comes alive. They turn like shadows, but they stand firm in the light, you can see the magic, but you can’t claim it as your right. The SophistiCats, with velvet and a burning gaze, they give you the blues and leave you lost in the haze. When the black guitar begins to cast its spell, the whole night dances, but their freedom never will. [Verse 2] Miss Maya Love wears the moonlight like a dress of crimson wine, Miss Trina laughs dangerously in the blue smoke drifting by. Miss Desi knows the pauses between each drumbeat’s call, and Miss MayaS and Miss Sirena turn desire into a festival. Old Johnny stands beside the bar with silver in his hand, but the ladies know their worth and where they choose to stand. They don’t sell you dreams that you can simply buy, they show you one bright moment, then they leave it passing by. [Pre-Chorus] No promise without boundaries, no little game without a choice. Respect is keeping time here, and freedom fills the room with voice. [Chorus] The SophistiCats, they’re burning through the night, at The Consensual, every soul comes alive. They turn like shadows, but they stand firm in the light, you can see the magic, but you can’t claim it as your right. The SophistiCats, with velvet and a burning gaze, they give you the blues and leave you lost in the haze. When the black guitar begins to cast its spell, the whole night dances, but their freedom never will. [Instrumental Break] (Slide-guitar solo, answered by Hammond organ. The crowd claps on beats two and four.) [Bridge] Some come chasing glitter, some come running from being alone. Some are searching for an answer in the darkness they have known. But when the music fades away and dawn leans against the glass, only one thing really matters: every woman chooses her own path. [Verse 3] The city’s growing quieter, the sky is turning gray, stardust still hangs in the mirror as the night gives way to day. The SophistiCats pull their coats across the fading glow, but the wild dance in their footsteps still refuses to let go. The doorman nods in silence, the final lamp burns low, an old blues keeps on playing, because the blues will never go. And somewhere in the neon where the morning casts its shade, someone’s still singing their names into the night that they made. [Final Chorus] The SophistiCats, they’re burning through the night, at The Consensual, every soul comes alive. They turn like shadows, but they stand firm in the light, you can see the magic, but you can’t claim it as your right. The SophistiCats, the queens of every blues, with every step, they choose the road they want to use. When the black guitar delivers its final sound, the curtain slowly falls, but their freedom stays unbound. [Outro] (Only guitar and voice, slowly fading out) At The Consensual, when the final lamp still glows, everybody knows who sets the rhythm and the rules. The SophistiCats, hear their echo in the night: they didn’t only dance, they made the night come alive.
