Mata Hari ( 1876-1917)

Evening fades,
and she’s lost in a reverie,
applying a dancer’s face,
the girl looking into me.
Appearing
centerstage,
she’s a midnight celebrity,
performing with tempting grace,
still shrouded in mystery ….

No one knows,
what she’s sacrificed, what she is
looking for,
the girl with the liquid eyes ….
She’s lonely, but
not alone,
in her web of lies, her life is
not her own,
till the legend has gone ….

Dance all night,
art of passion and poetry,
your fame will be shining bright,
live on through eternity …. [bad word] the morning light,
you’ll be dancing the night away,
your name be forever tied,
to the image of Salomé ….

choir : for the girl looking into me,
she’s dancing her life away.....
No one knows,
was she sacrificed ; what they
were blaming on,
the girl with the liquid eyes ….
She’s carried the
guilt alone,
through a web of lies, abandoned
and on her own,
when the music had gone ….

Dance all night,
art of passion and poetry,
your fame will be shining bright,
live on through eternity …. [bad word] the morning light,
you’ll be dancing the night away,
your name be forever tied,
to the image of Salomé ….

choir : for the girl looking into me,
she’s dancing her life away.