| Natasha brings me kisses in the moonlight
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| She kneels above me, silk upon my skin
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| I reach for her, and I can feel her heartbeat
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| Beneath her breast so heavy in my hand;
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| The rain is running rivers on my window
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| And shimmers on the streetlights down below
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| She’s happy when I hold her in the shadows
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| And whispers of a life I’ve never known;
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| And will you dance, Natasha dance for me
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| Because I want to feel the passion in your soul
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| And when you dance, will you tell me in a story
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| The joy and pain of living in your world;
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| La la la, la la la, la la la la…
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| And with the light I wake up in the morning
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| And she has gone, it must have been a dream
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| And then I see the roses on my pillow
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| And now I know that she will come again;
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| And she will dance, Natasha dance for me
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| Again I want to feel the passion in your soul
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| And when you move, will you show me in a story
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| The joy and pain of living in your world;
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| Natasha dance for me… |