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The clock ticks slow, the night's a haze,
Whiskey whispers through the maze,
A trumpet sighs, a saxophone moans,
In this room of shadows, we're alone.
Blue smoke, it curls, it climbs,
Blue smoke, it waltzes, it chimes,
It sways, it lingers, it floats in the air,
Blue smoke, it's everywhere.
Your eyes like embers, they burn through mine,
A spark of mischief, a hint of wine,
The jukebox hums, the past takes the floor,
Each note a key to an unlocked door.
Blue smoke, it whispers, it hums,
Blue smoke, where the melody comes,
It dances, it teases, it won’t let you go,
Blue smoke, it steals the show.
A haze of dreams, a cloud of sin,
Where love begins and the blues begin,
Through brass and strings, the story’s told,
In blue smoke’s arms, we lose control.
Blue smoke, it curls, it climbs,
Blue smoke, it waltzes, it chimes,
It sways, it lingers, it floats in the air,
Blue smoke, it's everywhere.
