Letras
Pretty Russian Belle
I still smell you on my clothes
Long after you left
Days after the fever broke
For hours you spoke
Of the passion in your heart
How everybody has a story
Everybody plays their part
I'm under your spell
Russian Belle
Fare well
Your face of porcelain
Your eyes of ice and fire
Melting beads down your cheeks
As you desired
To tell me of the times
You walked the streets alone
Mixing with the gypsy queens
And the Kings of the Hobos
I'm under your spell
Russian Belle
Fare well
Your lips of silk
Your skin of satin rose
The rollercoaster of the curves
Beneath your clothes
Bound for Moscow, the silo your youth
Tethered the memories
And the moments of your truth
Still under your spell
Russian Belle
Fare thee well
I'm under your spell
Fare well
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