
Desiree After Dark
Song by @germancowboy ·
Genre: Pop
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Desiree After Dark: The Song
Lyrics: Desiree After Dark
She came from years where the roads ran still, From moonlit fields and an endless hill, With a suitcase full of forgotten time, And a heart too old for ordinary wine. She wears the dark like a velvet crown, Never asks when she can take the town, Every room grows quiet when she walks through, Like the night itself has something to do. She does not beg, she does not plead, She knows the shape of every need, Gold in her hand, hunger in her eyes, Mercy wrapped in a dangerous disguise. Desiree after dark, Queen of the hidden places, Leaving women breathless, Haunted by her traces. She loves like a secret, She feeds like a spark, No woman forgets When Desiree comes after dark. She has no patience for careless men, No taste for chains, no use for them, She passes by with a cold little smile, And the brave ones vanish after a while. But for a woman with a wounded soul, She can turn ruin into gold, A gentle hand, a ruthless plan, She gives what no one else can. She does not promise morning skies, She does not sweeten ancient lies, But if she chooses you tonight, The world may bend beneath her bite. Desiree after dark, Queen of the hidden places, Leaving women breathless, Haunted by her traces. She loves like a secret, She feeds like a spark, No woman forgets When Desiree comes after dark. She leaves no promise, no wedding ring, Only a shiver the morning brings, And every woman who shares her night, Remembers her mouth when she turns out the light. No silver chain, no whispered vow, Could hold the storm she carries now, But those who wake beneath her gaze, Carry her fire for all their days. Penthouse shadows, city rain, Centuries sleeping in her veins, Perfume, diamonds, velvet floors, Silent keys to forbidden doors. She is hunger, she is grace, Moonlight wearing a woman’s face, Tender when she wants to be, Terrible when she must be free. And those she holds till morning comes, Wake with her name beneath their tongues, Not quite saved and not quite scarred, Only changed by Desiree after dark. One kiss lingers, one touch stays, Burning softly through ordinary days, And when the city loses light, They remember her in the night. Desiree after dark, Mistress of velvet danger, Saving broken angels, Kissing like a stranger. She loves like a secret, She feeds like a spark, The city holds its breath When Desiree comes after dark. Desiree after dark, Queen of the hidden places, Leaving women breathless, Haunted by her traces. She loves like a secret, She feeds like a spark, No woman forgets When Desiree comes after dark. So lock the doors or leave them wide, She is already inside, Soft as silk and sharp as teeth, Desiree moves underneath.
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