Femme Fatale

The Femme Fatale
Says a headline with such ease
As if they really know me
If I'm black in the springtime
Welcome, the show must go on

I dress in sadness in red satin
With a crowd of loneliness
A pantomime on stage
Obliging as always
Dreaming of a bit of sobriety

I carry the chaos of promise on my lips
A poem in lethal revolution
I have nothing to lose, let the world burn
I just wanted to be loved, that’s all

I do it again, I burn it all
I'm an expert in the art of sabotage
So many years trying to figure out
Who am I?
Maybe I'm that femme fatale

I carry the chaos of promise on my lips
A poem in lethal revolution
I have nothing to lose, let the world burn
I just wanted to be loved, that’s all

And to explain to you, my heart
I’m anxiety attacks
In my voice, I have a kingdom
Of storms in the springtime
Please, a big ovation
For the femme fatale