Midnight Baiser - San1Project & Suno

[Intro] (Mmm, ooh là là…) Snap-snap go the fingers, drip-drip goes the gin, I’m dressed like regret in a sequinned skin. (Shoo-be-doo, shoo-be-don’t…) Lights blink out like nervous eyes, Paris is lost behind neon lies. [Verse 1] We’re the kings and queens of le coin du bar, Tiaras in pawn, but we’re still bizarre. You call me mon trésor, I roll my eyes, But your lips spell truth in the prettiest lies. You’re the flame in a jazz café ashtray, I’m the smoke that forgot how to drift away. “Tu veux danser?” you ask with a grin, But your heart beats syncopated sin. [Pre-Chorus] (Crème brûlée heartbreak, baby…) We ain’t whole, we’re slices of soul, Taped back with glitter and rock ‘n’ roll. (Oh, le damage is chic!) We're stitched-up ghosts in tailored fits, Flirting with doom in sapphire glitz. [Chorus] Midnight baiser, ooh là là, Kisses burn slow like aged cigars. We're doomed in rhythm, sweet catastrophe, You plus me equals c’est la vie! Oh midnight baiser, dans la nuit, Drunk on dreams and old ennui. Our love’s a loop, a jazzy crime, Repeats itself in 4/4 time. (Ooh là là... bop-bop, ooh là là...) [Verse 2] You wore your doubt like a feathered hat, And sipped champagne like a spoiled aristocrat. I wore heartbreak like vintage cologne, Sprayed too loud but I made it my own. Our past lives flirted through smoky panes, Hopper shadows riding subway trains. We kissed like verdicts—sharp and final, Yet kept the proof in vinyl. [Bridge] (Back in the blue-lit hush…) We’re somewhere between je t’adore and jamais plus, With monograms stitched in déjà vu. Our future’s a toast in a cracked coupe glass, Still, we sip it slow, and let it pass. [Breakdown – Spoken Word + Ad-libs] "You know, baby… we ain't lovebirds, We're pigeons in tuxedos, Begging crumbs from a moon that forgot our names. But damn, we got style…" (So much style… tellement de style…) "We got that cinéma noir cha-cha-cha. We got matching scars shaped like jazz." [Chorus – Reprise & Build] Midnight baiser, ooh là là, We fake forever with faux fur bras. We’re postcards mailed from a dream in heat, Licked and sealed on Bourbon Street. Oh midnight baiser, finalement, You and me — tragic and très charmant. We dance our loop, rewind, replay, 'Til dawn says: “Non, pas today…” [Outro] (Snap-snap, bop-bop…) We fade like sequins in morning’s light, But we shone like sins in the dead of night. (Ooh là là... Ooh là love…)