Madeleine Peyroux

There's perfume burning in the air
Bits of beauty everywhere
Shrapnel flying, soldier hit the dirt
She comes so close
You feel her then
She tells you No and No again
Your lip is cut on the edge of her pleated skirt
Blue Alert
Visions of her drawing near
Arise, abide, and disappear
You try to slow it down
It doesn't work
It's just another night I guess
All tangled up in nakedness
You even touch yourself
You're such a flirt
Blue Alert
You know how nights like this begin
The kind of knot your heart gets in
Any way you turn is going to hurt