Two - ¡Forward, Russia!

A secret message hidden in your posture tells me That it’s over, over between us, lover

I heard it on the microphone that sweetest rancid tinkling of tiara

It’s not the same

When you’re left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Time and place

Go ahead and check me, I can see your face is And don’t be ashamed the linings are the same, don’t you forget

When you’re left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Placed right

When you’re left dry

Saline is much like your smile

Time and place