From Russia With Love Songtext
von 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