She sat around a huge throng
At La Bellevilloise where the music turns up
matches her red lips and sultry dress
Pouring a bottle of Musigny under a frigid night

She curled her brunette hair an hour
chose the best stilletos
with a drop of parfum in her wrist

Tonight, the moon's her spotlight
she drown from every sip of wine,
as she dances her heartache
and catches his eyes

Her smile stings a heart
her words create an echo
enchanting to his ears

A poison of desire
a canvas of picturesque scenery
she was the quintessential beauty
that burns in sight

But on midnight,
where they said their goodbyes,
she looked at her face
with the mascara lines
and messy hair in the mirror

whispering, "tonight was a terror"

slowly wiping her eyes and exhaled with a smile