Verse
Is this the place where secrets weave,
Whispers of silk dance on my sleeve.
With every step, she draws me near,
The scent of chaos, the taste of fear.
Chorus
She smells like a woman to me,
Wrapped in the haze of a bittersweet reverie.
Her laughter cuts like a polished blade,
In this slow tango of a masquerade.
Verse
Painted lips beneath a shroud of night,
A siren’s call, she ignites the fright.
Her midnight eyes hold a world untold,
In an aching embrace, I’m captured, I’m sold.
Chorus
She smells like a woman to me,
Wrapped in the haze of a bittersweet reverie.
Her laughter cuts like a polished blade,
Where desires compound and cascade.
Bridge
Underneath the surface, a tempest brews,
A paradox spun from the threads of our blues.
In the shadows of longing, we dance and collide,
Caught in the web where our secrets reside.
Chorus
She smells like a woman to me,
Wrapped in the haze of a bittersweet reverie.
Her laughter cuts like a polished blade,
The spectacle ends and she starts to fade.
Outro
So I’ll breathe her in, let the darkness seep,
As we sway on the edge of anguish and sleep.
She smells like a woman, intoxicating and free,
In this fleeting moment of peace, just her and me.
