[Intro – Jazz Club Ambience + Ice Clinking]
[Soft laughter in the background]
Bourbon Street after midnight…
where lonely people dress desire up like celebration.
[Trumpet slides low]
And every red room got secrets.
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[Verse 1]
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Red lights spillin’ down velvet walls,
Perfume thick while the slow bass crawl.
Women in silk move smooth through smoke,
Every smile hide heartbreak or hope.
Bartender polishin’ glasses slow,
Like he done seen every kind of soul.
Jazz singer croonin’ through the dim-lit haze,
Soundin’ like love and ruin mixed together.
I sat in the corner with whiskey neat,
Tryna drink old memories to sleep.
Then she walked in drippin’ danger and grace,
Gold hoops swingin’ beside her face.
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[Hook – Choir + Smooth Bassline]
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Red room on Bourbon…
Bodies move slow…
Everybody here got wounds they don’t show.
Red room on Bourbon…
Neon and sin…
Tryna lose ourselves in the night again.
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[Verse 2]
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She sat beside me like she knew my name,
Lipstick dark like Louisiana rain.
Said, “Baby, why you look so tired?”
Like she could see straight through the fire.
The band played low while she crossed her legs,
Every movement left ghosts in my head.
She laughed soft and touched my hand,
And suddenly the room felt dangerous again.
Not because she evil—nah, not that,
But lonely souls make risky attachments.
Bourbon Street got a way of blurrin’ lines,
Where lust and healing intertwine.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Trumpet]
Everybody in this room runnin’ from somethin’.
Pain.
Regret.
God.
Themselves.
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Slow dance through the smoke tonight…
Pretend the darkness feel alright.
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[Verse 3]
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By two a.m. the rain came down,
Neon reflections flood the ground.
She kissed me slow beneath that sign,
Tasted like sorrow dressed up divine.
Maybe we both just needed warmth,
Two haunted hearts inside the storm.
And for one night beneath Bourbon glow—
Neither one of us felt alone.
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[Final Hook – Full Jazz Ensemble + Choir]
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Red room on Bourbon…
Trumpets cry…
Lonely souls under Southern skies.
Red room on Bourbon…
Whiskey prayers…
Tryna find peace somewhere in there.
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[Outro – Rain + Distant Saxophone]
Bourbon Street never really sleeps…
it just hides its ghosts better after dark.
