Créditos
ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
2NU
Intérprete
Phil DeVault
Teclados
Tom Martin
Bajo
Jock Blaney
Voz principal
Andre Montague
Voces de fondo
Ashley Youngblood
Voces de fondo
Brenda White
Voces de fondo
Taffy Lewis
Voces de fondo
Victor Little
Bajo
Dean Mochizuki
Saxofón
Dan Haeck
Trombón
Mike Mines
Trompeta
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Phil DeVault
Composición
Tom Martin
Composición
Jock Blaney
Letrista
Michael Nealy
Letrista
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Phil DeVault
Ingeniería de mezcla
Tom Martin
Ingeniería de mezcla
Jock Blaney
Producción
Michael Nealy
Producción
Dane Butcher
Ingeniería
Tracy "T.T. Man" Schakohl
Ingeniería
Dennis King
Ingeniería de masterización
Letra
I should have asked her what her name was
She looked up from her glass of wine
Obviously quite bored with the conversation she was painfully being patient with
Our eyes met, and we both smiled that smile
You know, the smile that indicated we both really didn't know what we were doing
In that group of stuffy unrelated socialites
Before the evening took its toll with its reckless mediocrity
I finally approached her
And I whispered softly into her ear
"I know a great place where it's illegal to be boring"
She said she knew of a place more interesting than that
And I believed her
We drove away in quest of that fresh breath of life
Funny, there was not one word of conversation from the time I closed her door
Until we stopped at a quaint little establishment called, "Mildred's"
The food was marginal
The wine was great
There was nothing overly romantic about our four hour conversation
She was reluctant to expose much about herself
But then I really didn't notice at the time
The chatter was bright, and the atmosphere was extremely relaxing
Such a relief from the previous engagement hours earlier
The evening had come to an end before I realized it
As I dropped her off at an apartment complex about midway through the city
We really didn't say, "Goodbye"
We just kind of exchanged smiles
She then gracefully headed up the stairs and disappeared into the darkness
As I drove the usual mindless journey I normally drove
To my comfortable flat on the edge of town
I thought about her, and the amazing comfort I found in her
A smile of thought spread across my face as I stuck my key into the lock
The smile quickly disappeared when I found that my key
Was not doing what it normally did
Open the lock
After a half hour struggle, I surmised
That there simply must be something wrong with the lock
So I quickly used the car phone
And called one of those poor, miserable souls who
List their phone number under "locksmith, 24 hour service"
An hour later, he arrived with his hand out
Cash before service
About thirty seconds and he had my door open
I sent him on his way with a five dollar tip
Walked in the door, flicked on the light
And realized I had either walked into the wrong house
Or someone was really messing with my mind
A quick search of the premises confirmed the right location
A quick search of the house confirmed something was terribly wrong
Nothing was mine
Not even the paint on the wall
And earlier that evening, I knew that I had owned more
Than just a simple wooden chair for furniture
A quick sweat formed on my brow, and my heartbeat began roaring like thunder
A strong, familiar scent filled my nostrils, and
The suddenly haunting features of her striking face filled my mind
I'm glad it required just three digits to dial the police
Panic had set in like hot fire, crawling up my spine
A lone car arrived a few minutes later
With a couple of rookies who were doing their time on the late night shift
While one of the officers took down a report
The other officer shuffled outside for a look around
A strange clock on the wall ticked away
To me, it sounded like the steady pound of a hammer on metal
The report finished, the officer was just about ready to head out the door
When his buddy popped through
Obviously trying to look controlled, but visibly shaken
His words spilled out with a stammer
He'd found a man outside the house
Dead from wounds in the back
Now I sit in an attorney's office
Trying to put pieces of this huge puzzle together
I'm a suspect in the murder of a man I've never seen before
The inside of my house and the contents within
Have been exchanged for that of another human being
I think
There is no such place as "Mildred's"
A strange lady's perfume and her image linger in my mind
That same lady
The one who suddenly appeared in my life
Had suddenly become an very integral part of life
That same lady could also be my alibi
But, I never did ask her what her name was
Writer(s): Russell Dominique Reid, Jimmy Paer Cardell, Mic Donet
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