Noir

"There's a word for women like you. But it's not used in polite society. Outside of a kennel"

I don't know how we got here

I don't know what we did

I keep catching myself standing

here, looking at you kid.

I saw her standing by the jukebox

cigarette and what not

I asked her what she likes to drink

she replied "whaddya got?"

It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship

and we played as time goes by

she told me to fasten my seat belt

because we're in for a bumpy ride

Music was playing in the distance

pitched at not far off regret

I thought that things were dangerous

but I ain't seen nothin' yet.

She leans in a little for a kiss

"I'm ready for my closeup"

then she tried to sit on my lap

while I was still standing up

I soon find out shes not a drinker

Turns out she's just a drunk

She wants to die wrapped in carpet

In some handsome killers trunk

I tell her if I fall for her

Then love truly is blind

Of all the gin joints in all the world

Why'd you walk into mine?

Her Bette Davis eyes were screaming

"Do you know who I am?!"

And I tell her that quite frankly my dear,

I do not give a damn.