Pour me a drink in this tall glittering glass,
Effervescent as the giggles of those tall women.
Blood red lips, blood red dresses,
Latin heels, cha cha cha,
With seductive eyes, behind their pompous masks.
Let the wine flow in this wild bacchanalian fest.
Ask me for a foxtrot or a waltz.
Twinkles and chassés. Rise and fall.
While in your eyes, like a kaleidoscope, I look for
Galaxies and mysteries, lost worlds and secrets.
World's a stage, the bard said, and I'm an actress.
So are you, behind your gleeful disguise.
Hold me close, your hand below my shoulder.
Whisper sweet nothings, and all the things you told her.
This night is bright as day, behold
Chandeliers, candles, crystal prisms and smiles.
This life, a decadent vanity fair, a frivolous
Masquerade and nothing more.
