Paul Shapera - The Soiree lyrics

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Paul Shapera - The Soiree lyrics

[Constance] It's a dance in the city, with the dames dolled up all pretty And I'm feeling fine and frisky tonight And the beaus in the clothes with boots and tuxes, ties and bows Getting flirty, smiling dirty all right It's a high cla** soiree, a hint of culture, tint of gay The refined are lined to come out and play With a fella on my arm, I'm out to do a little harm He's my mark, I'm out to charm and get paid [Mark] Well aren't you the cat's meow? [Constance] You're quite light on your feet yourself [Mark] Would you care for a Papaver cigarette? [Constance] No, handsome. Let's just dance It's the forefront of fashion, they're sashaying at this bash and all the trends are getting set left and right All the wheeling and dealing, drinks and handshakes all are sealing All the trysts and twists of business ignite It's the thrill of romancing, all the belles are out a-prancing And I'm dancing like a devil tonight It's the science of flirtation, all the wily games you're playing And you both think you're the cat with the mice It's the party, at the soiree Come alive inside and rave away and play It's so risqué where the rich play Come inside, come alive Come and wine and dine and hustle today [Mark] Say, you don't suppose I could ask your father permission to court you? [Constance] My father's gone, probably dead, and I'd rather not -- [Mark] Oh dear. Well they say if you journey to the underworld, you can raise the dead. Or at least see them, I suppose. What is that Greek myth? [Constance] You're a better dancer than a conversationalist, darling Its a dance in the city while the rich are sitting pretty There's a thief, and she's a-sneaking inside While his eyes and hands are roaming, I'm just eyeing up his coat Where the little case I'm chasing a-lies There's a moment that's growing, where I'm going all for broke And I just know it's going to show itself soon With a dip and a touch, and with some luck, a clumsy bump Then I'm done, I'm gonna run to the moon It's the party, at the soiree Come alive inside, and rave away and play It's so risqué where the rich play Come inside come alive Come and wine and dine and hustle today At the party, at the soiree Come alive inside, and rave away and play It's so risqué where the rich play Come inside, come alive Come and wine and dine and hustle today Don't be dismayed Don't you sit or stay clear cause All the action happens here It's a fact that these soirees are where decisions are made And behind all the smiles There's a beast here all the while It's a deadly affair, it's ferocious in its glare It's a glamour, a test, it'll go straight to your head It's the silent deadly brawl It's the writing on the wall Where you stand when the cards fall It's a dance in the city, all the wild, all the witty Getting giddy geared up pretty to play It's the body's reaction to the musical attraction It's relaxing, and it's starting to sway A sensation, a dip, the right rotation of the hips A quick elation you maintain all the night You can lose yourself in motion or commit something felonious As a bonus cause you know it's all right

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