Leave It With Me
by Nahla Solenne · Pop · Made with Mureka · 0 plays
Style
quiet storm, sophisti-pop, intimate, soft, pop
Prompt
Quiet storm, husky near-whispered female alto, melodic bass, brushed drums, smoky sax, lush strings, soft harmonies
Lyrics
Mm, mm-mm Leave it with me Odile keeps the night shift at the wash and fold Dryers turning slow while the window goes cold She reads the whole street by the bags at the door Who's eating alone, who's not sleeping anymore Mr. Alder's blue shirts, five in a stack Stiff with a starch that's not his brand She holds a collar to the light Doesn't ask, doesn't frown Just smooths it down Leave it with me, leave it with me I'll fold it like I always do Sleeves in thirds and the buttons all in line Leave it with me, leave it with me Nothing here to say to you He pays in exact change, he's whistling low Says, "Odile, you're a lifesaver, you know" She tapes up the ticket, writes his name in pen Somebody else's kitchen in his clothes again She says, "Thursday, same as always," and the bell rings once Leave it with me, leave it with me I'll fold it like I always do Sleeves in thirds and the buttons all in line Leave it with me, leave it with me Nothing here to say to you Twelve machines and one clock Warm in the basket for a minute Nobody asks the dryer what it knows Leave it with me, leave it with me I'll fold it like I always do Sleeves in thirds and the buttons all in line Leave it with me, leave it with me Nothing here to say to you Leave it with me Mm, leave it with me Lights down low, ooh