Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tip the light
tip the glass
heels click slow
as the tables pass
I’m your private dancer
but I don’t look back at you
eyes on the cracks in the plaster
counting every step I do
American Express on the table
gold card slid like a secret name
I smile like this is easy
pretend I don’t feel the weight of your gaze
[Chorus]
I keep my eyes on the wall
just to get by, just to get by
silhouettes sway in the smoke
but my heart’s somewhere else tonight
How do I balance this with another love
when I’m selling pieces of my time
I keep my eyes on the wall
so you can’t see what’s in my mind
[Verse 2]
He’s at home
with the porch light on
keeps my dinner warm
keeps the TV running
Thinks I’m just working late
chasing tips and closing tabs
Does he taste the perfume on my collar
when I curl up in his hands
You’re all cashmere questions
cheap champagne truth
But he holds my Sunday mornings
and the softness of my youth
[Chorus]
I keep my eyes on the wall
just to get by, just to get by
silhouettes sway in the smoke
but my heart’s somewhere else tonight
How do I balance this with another love
when every song cuts like a lie
I keep my eyes on the wall
so you can’t see what’s in my mind
[Bridge]
Is this power, is this prison
is it mercy, is it sin
I’m a lifeline in your shadow
while I’m drowning deep within
You buy hours
but I’m counting hearts
two names written
on one spark
[Chorus]
I keep my eyes on the wall
just to get by, just to get by
silhouettes sway in the smoke
but my heart’s somewhere else tonight
How do I balance this with another love
when I’m split down the center line
I keep my eyes on the wall
till I can finally choose a side
Style
jazzsmoky late-night jazz trio with upright bassbrushed drumsand muted trumpet fills; slow swing groove that lets a sultry female vocal sit low and intimatethen rise into a biggeraching belt on the hook. piano lays sparsedark chords; occasional vibraphone doubles the melody. subtle backing harmonies enter on the last chorus to lift the emotional tension.deep
Prompt
I’m you private dancer, I don’t look at you. Eyes on the wall just to get buy, American Express, gold cards accepted, how do I balance this with another love. Jazz with deep vocals
Credits
Prompt byBostonDJ
GeneratedApr 5, 2026
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