Temptation That Tastes Just Like You - Lena version

[Intro: Snare Rim Click, Kick Pulse, Low Male Voice, Vintage Studio] ...tik... tik... tik-tik... BOOM... ka... BOOM-ka... "One more... one more..." (distant backing vocal) BOOM... BOOM-ka... "Don't look back..." (pause) "Then why are my boots still lined up by Lena's door?" [Verse 1: B Major, Warm Guitar, Close Vocal] Bought a clean break in a paper sack Fresh white shirt, but I left it on the rack Lena counts cards like she’s counting my steps Smiles like she already knows what comes next Coffee went cold while the blinds moved slow Every simple plan slipped out the door Funny how one voice can size up a room Till it sounds like a bet I should not make soon [Pre-Chorus: Keyboard Lift, Gentle Build] I tell myself, "Keep moving." (Keep moving...) I tell myself, "Don't lean in." (Then why do I keep hearing Lena stack her chips in?) [Chorus: Full Band, Soul Response, Call and Response Vocals, Wide Harmony] I could follow Lena out after midnight - (Could you?) Let her talk me into one more fight - (Would you?) But her poker face don't mean a thing - (Do they now?) Not tonight... I keep stepping back from Lena's velvet bait, (Why so close?) Trying to hold the line before the house takes me. (Can you?) If the truth still has a voice in me, It keeps saying... Walk away, Lena's not the kind I leave myself with. [Post Chorus] ...tik... tik... tik... One last look... One last name... She keeps calling from the hall But I don't turn around. [Saxophone Solo] [Final Chorus: Big Drums, Backing Choir, Full Band, Call and Response] I could follow Lena out after midnight - (Could you?) Let her talk me into one more fight - (Would you?) [Outro] (Ewwe, oh) Don't look back.