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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
She lived in a flat with a view of the Seine,
Croissant crumbs on the sill, watching him again.
Monsieur Mystère, leather jacket flair,
Passing her door with a devil-may-care.
She baked éclairs, left them at his door,
Notes with hearts, he ignored them all.
His eyes were cold, her heart was sore,
She wanted his love, but he wanted war.
[Chorus]
Oh, la femme d'à côté,
Her love was loud, his heart said "non."
She reached, he pulled away,
But she won't be gone, she won't be gone.
[Verse 2]
She painted her lips rouge like Moulin Rouge,
Stood at his door with a love she couldn't lose.
Knocked three times, he sighed, "Encore?"
She whispered, "Je t'aime," he slammed the door.
She spiraled down, like the stairs she climbed,
Her love unreturned, a victim of time.
Wine glass cracked, tears on the floor,
Her world turned dark, couldn’t take no more.
[Prechorus]
Balcony edge, the wind screamed her name,
One final plea, one final game.
Details
GeneratedNov 27, 2025
Duration2:09
LanguageEnglish
Style
syncopated hi-hats, pop, electro with a pulsing bassline, rap, and atmospheric synths blending a dreamy yet gritty texture. male vocals alternate between melodic hooks and rhythmically dense verses., electro
Credits
Prompt byIndustrialVocoder85
ModelAria v5
Prompt
rap, pop, electro About a French woman who falls in love with her neighbor but he can't stand her and in the end she commits suicide because the man didn't want her. He kisses her and she's alive
