Queen in Furs — Step into the Fantasy:Étude

[Intro: Solo spotlight, sparse piano, playful spoken delivery] Look at me. Look closer. Look at me! [Chorus: Full-voiced theatrical belt, broad melody, soaring sustained notes, grand orchestration] The gleam of blackest sable sets off my pearly skin. Against the midnight of my fur, my golden curls dance and spin. The king of furs and the queen of night— the animal and the divine. Darling, isn’t it gorgeous? My luster and my luxury will wake what sleeps inside. [Verse 1: Coquettish and intimate, light syncopation, teasing half-sung phrasing, sparse piano and bass] Violets, roses, and silver cupflowers burst into bloom beneath my feet. But you will never see them while dreary rules and morals keep your vision bound. [Pre-Chorus: Seductive invitation, gradually rising intensity] Deep inside you, something must be sleeping: the wish to revel, the longing to dress in splendor. That is why you cannot look away when I appear before you, arrayed in nothing but the best. [Chorus: Powerful open-throated belt, triumphant brass and strings, bold backing vocals] The gleam of blackest sable sets off my pearly skin. Against the midnight of my fur, my golden curls dance and spin. The king of furs and the queen of night— the animal and the divine. Darling, isn’t it gorgeous? Look at me. Look closer. Look at me! My luster and my luxury will wake what sleeps inside. [Verse 2: Coquettish and sensuous, smiling delivery, elegant rhythmic phrasing] A silk dress melting into my skin, black sable like the curtain of the night— soft enough to bury bare skin in, beneath these curls of golden light. Nature remembers the heroic age, when gods and goddesses were lovers: a single glance awakened desire, and pleasure followed after. [Bridge: Arrangement drops to piano and bass, proud spoken-sung declaration, building with each line] I wear only what I want to wear. I wear only what was made to make me shine. Why don’t you seek it too— the perfect look that brings your hidden light to life? [Refrain: Warm invitation growing into a joyful crescendo] Come with me toward dreams without an ending, toward pleasures still unknown, toward fantasy set free! [Final Chorus: Key change, maximum theatrical belt, full orchestra, celebratory choir and call-and-response] The gleam of blackest sable sets off my pearly skin. Against the midnight of my fur, my golden curls dance and spin. The king of furs and the queen of night— the animal and the divine. Darling, isn’t it gorgeous? Look at me! Look closer! Look at me! My luster and my luxury will wake what sleeps inside. [Outro: Grand curtain-call finish, broad ritardando, final sustained note] Come with me— toward fantasy set free!