Cafe Lounge, Вечерний Джаз, Smooth Jazz Sax Instrumentals, new york jazz lounge Crimson Dress

Velvet steps on a hardwood floor
She leaves her secrets right at the door
A silk illusion with a loaded smile
I knew she was trouble by a country mile

The gin is cold but the blood runs hot
Tangled up in the web she spun and caught

She’s a shadow in a crimson dress
Leaving nothing but a beautiful mess
A midnight whisper, a smoking gun
I should have walked, I should have run
From the shadow in the crimson dress

Diamond tears and a tragic alibi
She paints the truth with a perfect lie
The streetlamps flicker in the pouring rain
I’m drinking double just to numb the pain

The gin is cold but the blood runs hot
Tangled up in the web she spun and caught

She’s a shadow in a crimson dress
Leaving nothing but a beautiful mess
A midnight whisper, a smoking gun
I should have walked, I should have run
From the shadow in the crimson dress

Just a shadow...
A beautiful mess...