St. Petersburg

She walked through the room, armed with just a cigarette
Stops for a breath, takes a drink from the cabinet
Happy I saw her class, with a gas
A bubble appears, a creature with no address
Young for her years — seducer an tenderness
Happy that I’m OK — that’s the way
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause
But I know, that she needs me
‘Cause we got love, love, love
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
She dances with the Battenbergs
And eats with the Yorks
And I know that she loves me
‘Cause we got love, love, love
She’s a goddess of love, face like a superstar
Dines twice a week — on champagne an caviar
Happy, I have to pay for my way
And that I whispered in her ear, while I try to explain
That my love for her grows with a growing pain
Happy that she loves me in that way
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause
But I know, that she needs me
‘Cause we got love, love, love
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
She dances with the Battenbergs
And eats with the Yorks
And I know that she loves me
‘Cause we got love, love, love
I’m in love an I need her — And I want her everyday
But I couldn’t believe her — As she laughed into my face
What is wrong with a dreamer? When you feel
So out of place — When you’re feeling out of space
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause
But I know, that she needs me
‘Cause we got love, love, love
She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York
She dances with the Battenbergs
And eats with the Yorks
And I know that she loves me
‘Cause we got love, love, love