From Russia with Love - Gasmac Gilmore

I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove

to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met

now that I lost your love I regret lost myself

what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought

and there I stand like a soldier that lost his hand

and there I go to where I do not know

and there I fly to where the people lease their cries

and still there I stand stealing them their cries

I steal their cries

I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove

to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met

now that I lost your love I regret lost myself

what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought

so here I am, without a cab standing in the rain

and so I go to the place that we had been before

now that I have you here so sweet by my side

you make me laugh I swear I won’t be rough

I won’t be rough

I, I go, and run, and then I

I send her kisses from Russia with love

while some girls are there that do some dancing above

our sweet tiny dreams and declare us as fools

while they smile about our style they do use us as tools

I love Russian virgin’s blood

I love Russian virgin’s blood

Russia made me cry

NaNaNaNaNaNaNaNa

I could swear her dark hair smelled like love while I drove

to her room where we spooned on that bed there we met

now that I lost your love I regret lost myself

what is left is the stub of the ticket I bought

I go, and run, and then I

I send her kisses from Russia with love

while some girls are there that do some dancing above

our sweet tiny dreams and declare us as fools

while they smile about our style they do use us as tools

I love Russian virgin’s blood