[Papa Midnight - his voice is a deep, warm, and confident bass-baritone] Mmmm... yeah... The city breathes... and the night, it never sleeps. It's got a million stories... and a million secrets it keeps. Tonight, we watch a tragedy... a tale as old as time. About a good man... who's about to make his final... desperate... climb. He's standing in the rain... starin' at a window pane... And he's about to learn a lesson... about love, and about pain. Listen... [Papa Midnight] I see him shiverin' in the midnight cold A story that's about to get real old He's watching shadows on the second floor And he just can't take it anymore He saw the light on in her room, a silhouette so clear And now his heart is poundin' with a rhythm made of fear He thought she was his angel, his alone to hold and keep But this city, baby... it never, ever sleeps. (Pre-Chorus) [The strings swell, building drama. Papa Midnight's voice is a low, knowing whisper.] [Papa Midnight] Oh, he waited 'til the dawn... when the sky was cold and gray... He was gonna make that little girl... pay... (Chorus) [The music swells into a powerful, soulful chorus with a female backing choir.] [Papa Midnight and the Choir] Oh, why, why, why, you foolish man? You just don't seem to understand That Delilah's love is not a prize It's just the truth behind her pretty eyes She plays the game, she knows the score And she's not yours anymore [Papa Midnight] He kicked the door down, screaming out her name Ready to start his own pathetic, little flame He saw her standin' there, she didn't even cry Just a look of boredom deep inside her eye He raised his hand, he spoke of broken trust Of love and passion, and of jealous lust And when he was all done... she laughed right in his face And in that moment, he fell from grace [Papa Midnight] See, that's the thing about a woman like Delilah... She ain't nobody's property. She's a force of nature... like the hurricane, or the taxman. This cat... this foolish, broken man... he thought he could own a storm. He thought he could put a cage around a fire. But in this city, baby... love ain't a promise. It's a negotiation. And he... just ran out of credit. Heh.
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