Helen Fry Songtext
von The Felice Brothers

Helen Fry
She′s a master of disguise

Six-foot, two
Hair of blonde, eyes of blue

She, she seems to think
That the devil's dressed in pink
But I can gracefully agree
Stormy Russian, stay a while with me

Houston Doll
There′s a Russian in your car

I can't be sure
I think I've seen that Russian man before

He, he seems to believe
That love is all you need
How could I ever take his place?
Oh, Stormy Russian, won′t you look me in the face?

Aunt Louise
There′s a doctor in the trees


A stethoscope
Brittle as a hangman's rope
For he, he seems to know
Something I don′t know
Concerning my lovers whereabouts
Stormy doctor, everybody has their doubts

Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She′s a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She′s a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She's a master of disguise

Helen Fry
She′s a master of disguise