Cafe Lounge, Вечерний Джаз, Smooth Jazz Sax Instrumentals, new york jazz lounge Bitter Corner Booth

Take a seat at the corner booth
Pour me a glass of the bitter truth
The jazz is slow, the lighting is dim
I’m trying to forget the memory of him

You’ve got the look of a dangerous man
With a loaded gun and a desperate plan
Buy me a drink and tell me your lies
I love the darkness that lives in your eyes

In the smoky lounge where the lost souls meet
We hide from the sirens out on the street
A momentary romance built on the edge
Dancing tonight on a razor's ledge

Tomorrow we’ll scatter like ash in the breeze
But tonight I’ll be everything you need to please
So play the piano, play it so slow
Hold me close before we both have to go

In the smoky lounge...
Just you and me...