Alternate Invention - Viuda Negra
Viuda Negra
I spotted her in a large crowd across the street moving softly in unison with the sound of my heart beat. I focused on her beautiful hair dancing in the air. It seemed everyone stared all the while she was unaware. The girl with the burgundy hair is alone in my sight right there and theres people everywhere. Im the type of man that doesnt care. They can all stare. When I succeed Im out of there. Life isnt fair. Theres just something about her I cant place. Theres something about her soft face that makes me want to undo her white dress with lace for a taste of that forbidden fruit. My heart says yes, but my mind is like I need the loot. I cant afford her at this point in my life and Im used to being alone. Im a nomad in the darkness, but in her eyes I see home. She passes buildings made of stone and I loose sight. I descend from roof tops after I checked for the cops. Its now night and Im frantic. I run through the streets and alley ways. Its like a maze. Ill never find her. In the distance a violin plays and plays a melody so haunting I find the way to a bar where a lone violinist with burgundy hair is the star. I put ten dollars in her tip jar.
I never expected this..
I never imagined a woman so dangerous could be this beautiful (2X)
I played the background, watching her every move. She was so beautiful. She played and she soothed my soul. It proved she was different. Her groove was hypnotic in nature. She stares at me. She singles me out of the crowd. She stops playing and the audience gives her a standing ovation so loud it distracts her and I slip away. Patience is key. She mustnt know my intentions today. Today is her last day for love is not an answer. My mother has cancer and my sister wants to be a dancer. My options are limited. I still must take care of them even if I havent visited. The crowd began vanishing one by one, two by two, group by group. She waits for payment from the promoter sipping soup on the upper deck of the restaurant with all the loot. They pays she puts on her coat and walks out. From the bathroom window I slip out. She yells to the bouncer peace out ! I get in my car and Im out, driving down the highway, feeling a little sideways from four drinks, but Im cruising. I arrive and find her pulling in to the driveway of an opulent home all alone. She gets a call on her cell phone.
(Woman speaking in French over the phone)
She ends the call, walks to the window, takes a peek inside and starts heading towards the back of the house. This cat is on to every move of this mouse. I can smell her perfume in
the wind. She moves like me. In the air I taste sin. She pulls out a pistol from the case of her violin. Aims directly inside. The prize is in her eyes. I silently approach her from behind, but think about it some and change my mind. Shes looking for someone she cant find. A few paces back and Im coated in shadow. She starts walking to another window so I follow her and ascend to the roof for clear views of the scene. She lifts her gun, points inside, shes in my sights. My fingers on the trigger about to let the bullet fly. She spots me out the corner of her eye. She shoots, I shoot and she falls to the side. I hear screams coming from inside of the house. I hope no one has died. There on the ground a beautiful woman lied. I couldnt help but sigh. One look in the house and I knew everything was fine. Her bullet only shattered a vase. I turn around and she was gone leaving an imprint of her body in place. One day Ill find that beautiful face..
its done.Im coming to get my money. (Is the target still alive?) no.(good)
I never expected this..
I never imagined a woman so dangerous could be this beautiful (2X)
Viuda Negra
I spotted her in a large crowd across the street moving softly in unison with the sound of my heart beat. I focused on her beautiful hair dancing in the air. It seemed everyone stared all the while she was unaware. The girl with the burgundy hair is alone in my sight right there and theres people everywhere. Im the type of man that doesnt care. They can all stare. When I succeed Im out of there. Life isnt fair. Theres just something about her I cant place. Theres something about her soft face that makes me want to undo her white dress with lace for a taste of that forbidden fruit. My heart says yes, but my mind is like I need the loot. I cant afford her at this point in my life and Im used to being alone. Im a nomad in the darkness, but in her eyes I see home. She passes buildings made of stone and I loose sight. I descend from roof tops after I checked for the cops. Its now night and Im frantic. I run through the streets and alley ways. Its like a maze. Ill never find her. In the distance a violin plays and plays a melody so haunting I find the way to a bar where a lone violinist with burgundy hair is the star. I put ten dollars in her tip jar.
I never expected this..
I never imagined a woman so dangerous could be this beautiful (2X)
I played the background, watching her every move. She was so beautiful. She played and she soothed my soul. It proved she was different. Her groove was hypnotic in nature. She stares at me. She singles me out of the crowd. She stops playing and the audience gives her a standing ovation so loud it distracts her and I slip away. Patience is key. She mustnt know my intentions today. Today is her last day for love is not an answer. My mother has cancer and my sister wants to be a dancer. My options are limited. I still must take care of them even if I havent visited. The crowd began vanishing one by one, two by two, group by group. She waits for payment from the promoter sipping soup on the upper deck of the restaurant with all the loot. They pays she puts on her coat and walks out. From the bathroom window I slip out. She yells to the bouncer peace out ! I get in my car and Im out, driving down the highway, feeling a little sideways from four drinks, but Im cruising. I arrive and find her pulling in to the driveway of an opulent home all alone. She gets a call on her cell phone.
(Woman speaking in French over the phone)
She ends the call, walks to the window, takes a peek inside and starts heading towards the back of the house. This cat is on to every move of this mouse. I can smell her perfume in
the wind. She moves like me. In the air I taste sin. She pulls out a pistol from the case of her violin. Aims directly inside. The prize is in her eyes. I silently approach her from behind, but think about it some and change my mind. Shes looking for someone she cant find. A few paces back and Im coated in shadow. She starts walking to another window so I follow her and ascend to the roof for clear views of the scene. She lifts her gun, points inside, shes in my sights. My fingers on the trigger about to let the bullet fly. She spots me out the corner of her eye. She shoots, I shoot and she falls to the side. I hear screams coming from inside of the house. I hope no one has died. There on the ground a beautiful woman lied. I couldnt help but sigh. One look in the house and I knew everything was fine. Her bullet only shattered a vase. I turn around and she was gone leaving an imprint of her body in place. One day Ill find that beautiful face..
its done.Im coming to get my money. (Is the target still alive?) no.(good)
I never expected this..
I never imagined a woman so dangerous could be this beautiful (2X)