Lyrics Marlene Dietrich - black midi

Under soft lights with a taped back face
Our soft-spoken queen takes her place on the stage
As the big curtains open, the last troops run in quick
For the one and only, Marlene Dietrich
She whispers Demurely from "The Blue Angel"
The song we all know, the one that we′ve paid for
Fills the hall tight
And pulls at our hearts
And puts in her place
The girl she once was in that suit of '33
Sound tracked by disapproving commentary
And my shuddering neighbor, turns and roughly rouses me
He says, "While a kiss on the lips may not make a frog a prince"
"An orgasm renders any queen a witch metamorphosis exists"
Damn all us idiots, damn us ′til death
Relentlessly trying to untie our knots of rivers and roads that defy all sense
But her hands loosen all and her voice brings you youth
Her cheeks cradle the holy breath that pumps the lungs of her Mackie Messer, oh
And she beats the heart of her Mackie Messer, oh
And she walks the stage with her Mackie Messer, oh
And she makes us smile with her Mackie Messer, oh