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[Verse 1]
Rain on the café glass
Your name on my tongue
You said keep it quiet
But the silence was wrong
Your ring on the table
Your eyes on the door
I wore my red dress
Like a dare to the storm
[Pre-Chorus]
You pulled me close
Then looked away
Like you had a shadow
Following your face
I knew that smile
I knew that lie
Still I let you lean in
And steal my breath tonight
[Chorus]
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
You kiss like a clue
Then vanish again
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
I knew you were trouble
I let you win
[Verse 2]
The bartender watched us
Through the smoke and the glass
You traced my wrist
Like a promise that passed
There was another woman
Waiting by the curb
I heard her heels in the puddles
Before I heard her words
She said your sweet mouth
Tells the same old tale
I laughed like a lover
Then I wished you well
[Pre-Chorus]
You touched my shoulder
Like we were still pure
But your hands were shaking
And I knew for sure
You’d cut that deal
You’d sell that vow
Now the truth is dripping
Off your lips right now
[Chorus]
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
You kiss like a clue
Then vanish again
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
I knew you were trouble
I let you win
[Bridge]
Let her have the morning
Let him have the lie
I’m the one you wanted
When the thunder hit the sky
Save your pretty confession
For somebody else
I keep your secret
Like a blade on a shelf
[Chorus]
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
You kiss like a clue
Then vanish again
Fatale in the rain
Fatale in the rain
I knew you were trouble
I let you win
Details
GeneratedJul 22, 2026
Duration4:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Cinematic bachata with a slow swaying groove, nylon guitar arpeggios, bongos and güira driving the pulse, upright bass walking under brushed jazz drums and a muted trumpet. Verse stays smoky and intimate; pre-chorus tightens with rising hand percussion and low-string tension; chorus opens with stacked female doubles and a teasing trumpet answer. Satin-close female vocal, whispered turns, short delay throws on key words, raindrop fills and vinyl crackle between phrases, wide and lush mix with a midnight sheen., vocal, bachata, jazz
Credits
Prompt by
Brigids_Hearth
Brigids_HearthModelAria v5.5
Prompt
Cinematic noir bachata. Rain-slick midnight streets, forbidden romance, secrets and betrayal. Sultry female vocal. Nylon guitar, bongos, güira, upright bass, muted trumpet, brushed jazz drums, Fatale.
