As Fate Would Have It

Mademoiselle, Welcome to the City drifts in like smoke through a Paris café window — soft piano chords, whispers of accordion, and a low, sultry voice telling the story of a young woman stepping into a new life.

It’s a song of wonder and mystery, fragile yet determined, where every note feels like candlelight on cobblestone. A noir confession of leaving the old world behind, and daring to chase the beauty of the unknown.

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Mademoiselle, Welcome to the City

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5.-ten-seconds-of-darkness-(casino-scene) 2

[Chorus]
I told 'em, "Please don't go, we on a roll, come on, hold up"
Rollin' down the street, we on a roll, they said, "Hold up"
Comin' down the street, we on a roll, come on, hold up
Rollin' down the street, we on a roll, they said, "Hold up"

[Verse 1]
Uh, play this in the hotbox (Yeah), bake it like a crockpot (Ooh)
Baby got a knot knot, pull it out and drop drop
In the room, room, room, broom, broom, broom, yeah
That's that work, work, work, work, work, work, work, uh
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, it's so finger lickin'
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, baby, finger lickin'
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, it's so finger lickin'
In the kitchen cookin' chicken, baby, finger lickin'
Uh, hit 'em with the wombo combo (Uh)
Stack it, wrap it, just like a condo
Flow so cold, I spit it like a fondu (Yeah)
So underground, I'm chillin' with Splinter
Ice on me, I'm stuck in the winter
Back in the day, used to be a beginner
I'm a boss now, can't call me a sinner
Now I'm gettin' paper, I'm winnin', I'm winnin', uh

[Chorus]
I told 'em, "Please don't go, we on a roll, come on, hold up"
Rollin' down the street, we on a roll, they said, "Hold up"
Comin' down the street, we on a roll, come on, hold up
Rollin' down the street, we on a roll, they said, "Hold up"

[Verse 2]
Yeah, hold up, wait a minute, yeah
Comin' through, yeah, she can feel it, yeah
Can you hear me, can you feel it, yeah?
Yeah, hold up, wait a minute, yeah
Comin' through, yeah, she can feel it, yeah
Can you hear me, can you feel it,

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