The city's neon glow casts dark shadows that hide its most desperate corner where intrigue and danger thrive.  She can't touch his soul or cool his passion; he can't own her heart or tame her spirit.  It's a gritty tale from a paper back novel noir re-retold, and re-told, and re-told.

Intrigue

She loves the city when it comes alive

It isn't pretty but she can survive

She feels the power, the rush of the hour

But she can't scale his ivory tower

Crimes of passion in the minor league

Filled with dark intrigue

 

He loves the city when it comes alive

Such a pitty, love won't survive

A fool's errand to live a lie

But he can't say goodbye

Crimes of passion in the minor league

Filled with dark intrigue

 

All of the stories behind every door

Hearts mined from quarries and blood on the floor

The perfect stranger

'Cause the devil you know is intrigue and danger...

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