Вечерний Джаз, Jazz Noir Project, Smooth Jazz, Jazz Lounge Догорающий фитиль романтики (The Burned-Out Wick of Romance)

I should have seen the angle from the start
When she played the victim with a broken heart
She had the teardrops measured perfectly
A brilliant performance crafted just for me
Now I’m the fool sitting in the dark
The safe is empty and the vault is bare
There is a lingering scent of jasmine in the air
She took the diamonds and the bearer bonds
Fled across the ocean to the great beyonds
Leaving me sitting in the electric chair
Double crossed by a pair of emerald eyes
Strung along by a symphony of lies
I was the muscle, she was the brain
She took the sunshine, left me the rain
Double crossed, and paying the terrible cost
The cops are knocking loudly at the door
My revolver is heavy on the wooden floor
I could shoot it out and make a bloody stand
But I’m a broken, beaten, tired man
I’ll take the rap, and settle up the score
Double crossed by a pair of emerald eyes
Strung along by a symphony of lies
I was the muscle, she was the brain
She took the sunshine, left me the rain
Double crossed, and paying the terrible cost