Song 24:
Back from her vacation, Club crooner got back to her job with renewed vigour. There were many things to be done, plots to be planted and guests to be lured. The mysterious allure of tall dark strangers was to be thwarted with all her will power. Mesmerising as his hungry eyes were, soul drilling as his baritone was, he was a mysterious stranger at the end of the day. Club crooner knew how to entertain him and hold his attention. But the trick was not to get swayed by his charms. The trick was to get him drunk on whatever his poison was, and the promise of sublime elixir of her lips, her sultry voice. The challenge was in getting him so intoxicated and addicted to her sweet soul pampering, that he let go of his defences.
She could lead him onto the harness of her raven tresses, imprison him in her brandy eyes, she could leave a delicious trail of her lacquered blood red nails. Yeah, she was hard as nails inside. She knew back then how the hint of one beautiful shapely leg was so much more irresistible than a half naked body, something perhaps Angelina Jolie would be credited for 20 years later. But she was a diva back then, the fluffy boa in place, as was the sequinned red gown meant for red carpets.
Soon the hero was guided to hazy, lazy water beds, her hallucinating dance reaching a crescendo. Was she the proverbial black magic woman or an angel on psychedelic drugs? That time would tell. For now it was his diamond filled watch she was eyeing. Then maybe he wanted her to have that watch in the first place. Who was fooling whom? That time would tell.....
Another Asha Bhosle gem composed by R D Burman. Hey he gave her the best songs. They were married! Itna sa special privilege to valid hai! :-)
Back from her vacation, Club crooner got back to her job with renewed vigour. There were many things to be done, plots to be planted and guests to be lured. The mysterious allure of tall dark strangers was to be thwarted with all her will power. Mesmerising as his hungry eyes were, soul drilling as his baritone was, he was a mysterious stranger at the end of the day. Club crooner knew how to entertain him and hold his attention. But the trick was not to get swayed by his charms. The trick was to get him drunk on whatever his poison was, and the promise of sublime elixir of her lips, her sultry voice. The challenge was in getting him so intoxicated and addicted to her sweet soul pampering, that he let go of his defences.
She could lead him onto the harness of her raven tresses, imprison him in her brandy eyes, she could leave a delicious trail of her lacquered blood red nails. Yeah, she was hard as nails inside. She knew back then how the hint of one beautiful shapely leg was so much more irresistible than a half naked body, something perhaps Angelina Jolie would be credited for 20 years later. But she was a diva back then, the fluffy boa in place, as was the sequinned red gown meant for red carpets.
Soon the hero was guided to hazy, lazy water beds, her hallucinating dance reaching a crescendo. Was she the proverbial black magic woman or an angel on psychedelic drugs? That time would tell. For now it was his diamond filled watch she was eyeing. Then maybe he wanted her to have that watch in the first place. Who was fooling whom? That time would tell.....
Another Asha Bhosle gem composed by R D Burman. Hey he gave her the best songs. They were married! Itna sa special privilege to valid hai! :-)
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