Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise Six foot two, hair of blonde, eyes of blue She, she seems to think, that the devil's dressed in pink But I can't gracefully agree Oh, stormy Russian, stay a while with me
Houston Doll, there's a Russian in in your car I can't be sure, I think I seen that Russian man before Oh he, he seems to believe, that love is all you need How could I ever take his place? Oh, stormy Russian, won't you look me in the face?
Aunt Louise, there's a doctor in the trees A stethoscope, bitter lies the hangman's rope Oh he, he seems to know, something I don't know Concerning my lover's whereabouts Oh, stormy doctor, everybody has their doubtsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
