Story Behind The Song

A Dancer In Paris (1880's Montmatre) beguiled all the men who came to watch her dance and act at a famous club. One was in love with her, and so wanted to be her lover, not just another customer or.'Sir'.

Song Description

A man goes to the Montmatre nightclub nearly every evening, throws sapphire violets at Villette, the dancer/actress he adores, but always from afar. He is always just a customer. He describes his longing as belonging to somebody else in the chorus, just a dark side he sees.

Lyrics

Her golden shimmer's from the Cote d 'Azure-a,
the bright blue feathers softly brush her ear,
a sash of net and clasping lemon ba-asque,
the moves she makes on your mind will last.
Dark smoky haze, as velvet violets thrown.
admirers pick them from the blooms they've grown,
a fragrant path will follow her,
I want to be her love and not her 'Sir'

Chorus
Villette, Enchante',
oh please look my way,
come here sit by me.
and may I kiss your knee?
In that moment, I'll fall,
in that moment, its all,
someone else, but not me,
it's the dark side I see.


She struts and shows her back so smooth and bare,
off shoulder gown, is just suspended there,
to sultry music, talk of many men
she rarely says a yes to any of them.
The night stays warm, intense and ever long,
the singer coos and sings her favourite songs,
the dancers shimmy to their dressing room,
red wine and beds that cannot come too soon.

Chorus Repeat Twice

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
Blues Traveller.	My Top Songs	8/4/2017