Mata Hari

I'm here to whet your appetite

Been dancing for you all night

Let's get a little drink, whiskey and a beer

Before you say the words that I wanna hear

And once I start, you cannot stop

I know you're gonna give it up

Trading in the truth is a skill, and I'm

Not asking much to satisfy your dark desires

Tragedy comes to me

Runnin' on a devil called melancholy

My body's sold for secrets stolen

Wears purse that would change the path of history

(Madame Mata Hari's car, please)

(In the event, what she'd want back was her luggage)

(When she had more money to return to Paris)

(The German's insisted that she first go to a spy school)

I walk into a dusty square

I'm dressed in diamonds, soak in fur

Early Monday mornin', 5 a.m.

Silent in the company of eighteen men

And when they hear the music play

They line up with their rifles raised

Every girl and suiter, young and brave

Will eat and dance into my grave

Tragedy comes to me

Runnin' on a devil called melancholy

My body's sold for secrets stole

Wears purse that would change the path of history

(Before she left for Paris)

(Mata Hari was approached by a German agent named Holland)

(He gave her money and a code name, "H-51, H-51")

Indian summer

Mother and child

All left behind, all left behind

Indian summers

Good left behind

Was born out of time, born out of time

I tried to age

And so, I wait

'Cause I am a woman, I am a woman

Who dared to dream

Her destiny

'Cause I am a woman, I am a woman

In a man's world

In a man's world