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Everything soaked in regret and old Hollywood black & white
1952 Female Detective TV Show by Edwin H. Balder
She walked in like a whisper, silk on tile
Red wine lips, cigarette smile
Her glove hit the floor like a dare, like a flag
“You find things, don’t you?” she said with a drag
The file said “missing,” but the trail was warm
Hotel ledger signed in a trembling form
Room 6 smelled of jasmine and gunpowder
The mirror cracked, but her perfume was louder
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
The bellhop flinched when I asked her name
Said she checked in twice, but never came
A matchbook folded in a lover’s code
And a lipstick note that said “I owed”
She never blinked when I said his name
But her pulse betrayed the flame
The lace she wore was stitched in grief
And every thread spelled disbelief
There was blood on the cuff of her coat
A receipt for a room she never wrote
A photo torn, just half a face
And a diamond ring in a velvet case
She said he vanished, left her cold
But the bruises bloomed in stories told
She wasn’t chasing ghosts or men
She was chasing silence once again
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace...this lamp light tail
But here’s the twist she didn’t see
I found the truth she meant for me
A bullet lodged in a music box
A name engraved beneath the locks
The maid saw her leave at 2:09
With powder burns and shattered wine
She paid in cash, she wore his coat
And left a note that simply wrote:
"He said forever. I said ....nope"
It’s a game of smoke and velvet lies
Where truth wears heels and alibis
She’s the queen of hearts, I’m the queen of doubt
And every move’s a whisper till I call it out
She killed the man who broke her vow
Then hired me to chase him down
Not to find him—but to bury the trail
Layer of... sheer lace... 
Her... final... veil...
The case is closed, the file is sealed
But I still taste the lies she peeled
She wore regret like vintage silk
And poured revenge as smooth as milk
The lace was hers, the crime was clean
She played the part, she set the scene
And I—
I let her go
Because I know
What women do
When they’re alone
And done
With being seen

All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to Tina and Dell and  most of all to MoJo Linn for the will to put a trumpet in a song in 2025!!!   Let people know you found a new norm here...Thanks....

Velvet Lies – 50s film noir jazz club ballad

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