Lyrics

Well, in a blue dress in the black night
Who would've thought in a bar with the socialites
It'd be a mirror in the lobby that would draw the knife?
But I told her to think it over
In this city of cold shoulders
You're not getting any warmer dancing around a lie
And I
Well, I can see the sinking in your eyes
And I
Well, I can see the secret in your smile
Well, Ruby always said I'd play my part
She used to tell me that the city killed a southern heart
This isn't Broadway
Just a cold day
Past the curtain calls and the matinees
Guess we all have our vices and our roles to play
(And now you're all out of words to say)
And I
Well, I can see the sinking in your eyes
And I
Well, I can see the secret in your smile
And I
Well, I can see the sinking in your eyes
And I
Well, I can see the secret in your smile
(She always told me that the city killed a southern heart)
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