Commando With The Drill

WOAH - Valleys

The Ghost that's Haunting Me (Radio Edit)

🎧 Track: Mademoiselle Mystique
🎸 Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk
🌦 Mood: Romantic Collapse • Parisian Irony • Groovy Longing

Description:
What do you get when you mix heartbreak, French literature, and an existential fashion show? You get Mademoiselle Mystique — a baguette-scented ballad for anyone who’s ever been ghosted by someone in ankle boots quoting Foucault.

She arrived late. She judged your Spotify playlist. She said “peut-être” with a shrug so elegant it should’ve been framed in the Louvre. Meanwhile, you wore your hoodie like hope and your heart like a club badge. Rookie mistake.

This isn’t just a breakup song. It’s a soirée of sighs with backup vocals from crushed masculinity and the ghost of your Google Translate history.
Think:
🥖 Paris, but the part where no one texts back
🍷 Wine, but with subtle contempt
🧥 Style, but emotionally unavailable
🗼 Love, but post-structuralist

🎶 Guitars that jangle like your nerves on a second espresso
🎶 Lyrics that stab with eyeliner precision
🎶 A chorus so catchy it might critique you in French

Warning: May cause spontaneous cigarette cravings, introspective walks by the Seine, and an overwhelming urge to reread The Second Sex while crying in a Zara changing room.

Press play. Regret nothing. Except maybe the oysters. 🦪💔

Lyrics:

You showed up late, with no apology
A scarf, some boots, and silent mythology
A cigarette waved like a wand in the air
I choked on the smoke, but you didn’t care

You spoke in quotes from Simone de Beauvoir
While fixing your bangs in a rearview car
I asked if you liked me, you said “peut-être”
Which is French for never, but with better hair

I wore my heart like a football crest
You wore your doubt like a vintage vest
And every shrug was couture despair
God, I fell in love with your vacant stare

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
A walking riddle wrapped in wine
You laughed and said, “don’t call me mine”
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Cool detachment, tongue-in-cheek
I brought you flowers, you brought critique
Oh — you tragic, tonic, Gallic freak 🎶

You said you eat croissants without the guilt
And wear regret like designer quilt
I tried to match your existential grace
But my hoodie screamed “Midwestern face”

You read Camus and sipped Chablis
While I googled how to flirt in French for free
You kissed my neck with a sigh so light
It echoed louder than our final fight

You said “love is war, but make it chic”
Then vanished like a French boutique
Now all I have is your perfume ghost
And an overdraft from that Bordeaux toast

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
Elegance with great physique
The queen of cold with lips so red
You left me texting while you read
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
A walking Vogue critique
I lost my pride in your boutique
Oh — you magnifique, Parisian freak 🎶

“I never said I’d stay,” you whispered…
Then ordered oysters and made a face when I mispronounced œufs.

🎶 Oui Mademoiselle Mystique
You made detachment so unique
I wore your silence like a badge
While you slow-danced with your carry-on bag
Oui  Mademoiselle Mystique
Bittersweet, tres magnifique
I wrote this song, you’d call it bleak
But darling…
I’m still stuck in your mystique 🎶

Mademoiselle Mystique

Songwriter: Lisa Marie Heitman-Bruce - All rights reserved.

Yeah, I slept in my heels, spent hours in the tub
Left you messages to say I'm still in love
Wore my robe to the shops, cried in aisle three
When it hit you're not coming back to me

I think I'm feeling just a little psycho
They say hey you gotta let him go
But I'm picking out my wedding dress
Making lists of our wedding guests

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
But maybe I've got further to go

I've watched romantic movies end
and they always end
With her lover coming back again
So maybe you just need more time
Or I will be waiting until I'm ninety nine

They say, they think I'm spiraling, 
and I agree
But I'm spiraling in choreography
I'll be OK, I say, now don't you worry
I'm sure they'll find a cure for me

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

I think I'm feeling just a little psycho
They say girl you gotta let him go
But I'm dancing in my wedding dress
Screaming at the bar my life's a mess

When you left, I begged you to stay
When I cried, you just left anyway
When I blocked the front door, 
You just climbed out my window
When I chased your car down the street
All the dogs just ran with me
It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

It might have been my all time low
 But maybe I've got further to go

I've got further to go...

Further To Go

Meet me at our spot

The Pain - Demo

Lyrics,Produced, Music, All instruments by Nakita Demir.Vocal Arrangements,Vocals,
Mixing,Mastering,Engineering,Recorded, etc 
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