Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Блеск украденных бриллиантов (The Sparkle of Stolen Diamonds)

Your silver gloves left fingerprints
On the handle of the door
You smiled as if the night were yours
Then asked what locks are for
The waiter dropped a matchbook
With a number and a name
I tucked it in my stocking
And stepped into the game
Tiptoe, darling, count to four
Keep your secrets by the door
If the vault begins to sing
Take the diamonds, leave the ring
Tiptoe, darling, don't look back
Velvet footsteps on the black
When the morning calls my name
I'll be somewhere else again
A blue glass moon on marble
Made the hallway look polite
You whispered, "Left at the staircase"
I whispered, "Right tonight"
The guard was fond of card tricks
And terribly easy to charm
I dealt him one red queen
Then slipped beneath his arm
Tiptoe, darling, count to four
Keep your secrets by the door
If the vault begins to sing
Take the diamonds, leave the ring
Tiptoe, darling, don't look back
Velvet footsteps on the black
When the morning calls my name
I'll be somewhere else again
The city kept its curtains closed
While we divided spoils
A velvet box, a borrowed kiss
And perfume over coils
You said, "We make a lovely pair"
I said, "Don't get attached"
Then vanished with the sunrise
And half the silver cash
Tiptoe, darling, count to four
Keep your secrets by the door
If the vault begins to sing
Take the diamonds, leave the ring
Tiptoe, darling, don't look back
Velvet footsteps on the black
When the morning calls my name
I'll be somewhere else again