I was woken again in the morning and this is what came of it. Satine likes
to wake me up. Just a little episode from Lecky as usual. Nothing coffee
and music can't fix. I'm going on now aren't I?
Moulin Rouge isn't mine as much as I hate to admit it.
*~*
I'll tell you a secret? I wasn't always like this. I was pure once; pure and true like the glowing morning sun. It's amazing how things can change with just one flick of a finger.
Play with fire baby, you're gonna get burned
I shouldn't bother lamenting about it. It was my own fault that landed me here, my own doings, and my own choices. Choices that turned my purity to poison, but that was an age ago now.
Step out of line baby, you'll be out in the cold
They always whisper, the other whores amongst themselves. Ever since I turned up on the Moulin doorstep they've tried to guess between themselves why I was thrown out on the street, a girl so pure as I. Some of them have even asked me straight out, but I'd never dare tell a soul.
Shake and shiver baby and fear's gonna get you
No one has ever noticed, that I am afraid of fire. I never set foot in a room with a burning flame. A tiny flame is a raging furnace in my eyes; even the smoke from cigarettes makes me shiver.
You're trapped in the past baby, you wont get out
I have a scar, no one has ever seen. It's my constant reminder of what I once was, what I still could be. I have a scar that floods and fills my body with poison. It's only a tiny mark below my shoulder, but big things come in small packages.
Don't you dare cry baby, your tears are poisoned too
I burst into tears if I think about it too much, or if I even see a flame. The fire seems to burn and smoulder into my eyes and make them run rivers of salty tears. I used to be so fascinated by a flame, now it is the demon that haunts me.
Obsession gone haywire baby, you paid the price for it too
I'll tell you my secret, Christian. My fingers slipped and I dropped a lit match in the orphanage. I burnt it to the ground. Your Satine had an obsession, Christian. An obsession with a naked flame that ruined her forever.
I played with fire baby, and I got burned
Moulin Rouge isn't mine as much as I hate to admit it.
*~*
I'll tell you a secret? I wasn't always like this. I was pure once; pure and true like the glowing morning sun. It's amazing how things can change with just one flick of a finger.
Play with fire baby, you're gonna get burned
I shouldn't bother lamenting about it. It was my own fault that landed me here, my own doings, and my own choices. Choices that turned my purity to poison, but that was an age ago now.
Step out of line baby, you'll be out in the cold
They always whisper, the other whores amongst themselves. Ever since I turned up on the Moulin doorstep they've tried to guess between themselves why I was thrown out on the street, a girl so pure as I. Some of them have even asked me straight out, but I'd never dare tell a soul.
Shake and shiver baby and fear's gonna get you
No one has ever noticed, that I am afraid of fire. I never set foot in a room with a burning flame. A tiny flame is a raging furnace in my eyes; even the smoke from cigarettes makes me shiver.
You're trapped in the past baby, you wont get out
I have a scar, no one has ever seen. It's my constant reminder of what I once was, what I still could be. I have a scar that floods and fills my body with poison. It's only a tiny mark below my shoulder, but big things come in small packages.
Don't you dare cry baby, your tears are poisoned too
I burst into tears if I think about it too much, or if I even see a flame. The fire seems to burn and smoulder into my eyes and make them run rivers of salty tears. I used to be so fascinated by a flame, now it is the demon that haunts me.
Obsession gone haywire baby, you paid the price for it too
I'll tell you my secret, Christian. My fingers slipped and I dropped a lit match in the orphanage. I burnt it to the ground. Your Satine had an obsession, Christian. An obsession with a naked flame that ruined her forever.
I played with fire baby, and I got burned