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The Soiree (A2 S3)

πŸ‘€ Paul Shapera β€’ 🎼 The New Albion Radio Hour: A Dieselpunk Opera β€’ ⏱️ 4:57
🎡 3062 characters
⏱️ 4:57 duration
πŸ†” ID: 2320344

πŸ“œ Lyrics

It's a dance in the city with the dames dolled up all pretty
And they're feeling fine and frisky tonight
And the beaus in their clothes with boots and tuxes, ties and bows
Getting flirty, smiling dirty all right

It's a high class soiree, a hint of culture, tint of gay
The refined are lined to come out and play
With a fella on my arm i'm up to do a little harm
He's my mark, I'm out to charm and get paid

Well, aren't you the cat's meow?

You're quite light on your feet yourself

Would you care for a Papaver cigarette?

No, handsome, let's just dance

It's the forefront of fashion, they're sashaying at this bash and
All the trends are getting set left and right
All the wheeling and dealing, drinks and handshakes all are sealing
All the trysts and twists of business ignite

It's the thrill of romancing all the belles are out a-prancing
And I'm dancing like a devil tonight
It's the science of flirtation, all the wily games you're playing
And you both think you're the cat with the mice

It's the party, at the soiree, come alive inside and rave away and play
It's so risquΓ©, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today

Say, you don't suppose I could I ask your father for permission to court you?

My father is gone, probably dead

Oh dear

And I'd rather not-

Well, they say if you journey to the underworld you can raise the dead, or at least see them I suppose
What's that Greek myth?

You're a better dancer than a conversationalist, darling.

It's a dance in the city while the rich are sitting pretty
There's a thief, and she's a-sneaking in sight
While his eyes and hands are roaming, I'm just eyeing up his coat
Where the little case I'm chasing lies

There's a moment that's growing where I'm going all for broke and
I just know it's gonna show itself soon
With a dip and a touch and, with some luck, a clumsy bump
And then I'm done and gonna run to the moon

It's the party, at the soiree, come alive inside and rave away and play
It's so risquΓ©, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today

It's the party, at the soiree, come alive inside and rave away and play
It's so risquΓ©, where the rich play, come inside, come alive, come and wine and dine and hustle today
Don't be dismayed, don't you sit or stay clear 'cause all the action happens here
It's a fact that these soirees are where decisions are made
And behind all the smiles there's a beast here all the while
It's a deadly affair, it's ferocious in its glare
It's a glamour, a test, it'll go straight to your head
It's the silent deadly brawl, it's the writing on the wall where you stand when the cards fall

It's a dance in the city, all the wild and the witty
Getting giddy geared up pretty to play
It's the body's reaction to the musical attraction
It's relaxing, and it's starting to sway

A sensation, a dip, the right rotation of the hips
A quick elation you maintain all the night
You can lose yourself in motion or commit something felonious
As a bonus 'cause you know it's all right

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