She said she was a dancer If I believed it it was my busines She surely knew a thing or two about control Next to the bar we hit the samovar She almost slipped right through my fingers It was snowing outside and in her soul Well, maybe you're a dancer and maybe I'm the King of Old Siam I thought it through best to let the illusion roll I wouldn't say I've never heard that tale before my frozen little seiiorita but if your dream is good why not share it when the nights are cold Hey Moscow, what's your story Lady, take your time don't hurry Maybe a student of the agricultural plan Hey Moscow, what's your name If you don't want to say don't worry It would probably be hard for me to make it scan With her phrase book in her silk soft hand she spoke in riddles while the vodka listened I said Let me look up love if I might be so bold She was the nearest thing to Rock and Roll that side of the velvet curtain that separates eastern steel from western gold Hey Miss Moscow what's your story You needn't speak aloud just whisper Am I just the closest thing to an Englishman You've seen me in your magazines or maybe on state television I'm your Pepsi-Cola but you won't take me out the can She said she was a dancer so she did She said she was a dancer If I believed it it was my business It felt like a merry dance that I was being led So I stole one kiss It was a near miss She looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper She leaned in close Goodnight,'was all she said So I took myself off to bed