A man sat in a seat, beside another seat, and another. Each were occupied with onlookers such as himself, cheering and clapping and yelping with exuberance. The dancers and performers fed their delight, twirling and spinning in streams of color. Women's head thrashed from side to side to an unsteady beat, and their legs were kicked into the air ever half step they took. They were led by a man, dressed all in black, with his hat extensive in it's shine. He waved a baton in the air like a conductor would for his musicians.
A lady, all in sparkling silver, with skin white as the moon, smiled at the eyes admiring her. Her motions were fluid, as though the sea alone coursed through them. Her hair was as red as the curtains that fell behind her, and she was lovely.
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Men and women of the Moulin Rouge moved with the grace of something mystical, something other worldly that only by the good wishes of God bestowed our humbled Earth.
She glided and flew across the floor like a cloud, and the man in a seat tensed with excitement as she became closer and closer. No longer an unreachable star, an angel in heaven. He could see her, smell her, touch her...
Struttin' her stuff on the street.
When the curtains closed, and blast of trumpets and strings subside, the man was left to himself. Alone in his seat, he watched the empty floor and, wondering how something so fantastic can dissapear in only moments.
"Dear sir," a voice like silk inquired, like a finely tuned lullaby, "is there something I may assist you with?"
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir?
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
A man--this same man--was led like a pawn across the empty floor, behind the curtain that held all the mystical happenings of this city. The women in silver, with hair as red as the hottest blaze, giggled and swayed and somehow kept graceful balance at the same time. She was a sight.
A lady such as this was an oddity, and the man was was grateful.
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up
Boy drank all that Magnolia wine
On her black satin sheets is where he started to freak yeah
Wine was poured and lights were dimmed, and women's lips sparkled like red diamonds as she spoke to him, whispered and breathed.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir
Her kisses were like satin against his skin, and her lips grew swollen from them.
Now he's back home doin' nine to five
Livin' a gray flannel life
But when he turns off to sleep memories creep
When he came back to the Moulin Rouge, months and months later, he could only sit and watch the wondrous display with longing, plastered to his seat like an old man.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ce soir (ce soir)
And, after the curtains closed once more, and he sat alone in his seat, he was greeted with only one question.
Voulez vous coucher avec moi
Creo Lady Marmalade
"Will you sleep with me tonight?"
Author's Note: I have absolutely no idea. I'm fourteen, so I have no clue how to do lemon (should I?) and I'm not sure what story line this would follow. Maybe Satine and the Duke? Christian? I don't know. I'm not a very die-hard fan, and I just really like this song :) I only took some of it though, cause I'm really in no mood to try and translate Lil' Kim's part into a plot. And it's a long song. I don't have the patience.