From Raskolynikov@21:1/5 to All on Wed Aug 16 13:05:27 2023
I lived my life on a razor blade
Never found escape in my empty shade
'Til came one day when the C.I.A.
Said we need you bad down in Leningrad
I took my life of a legal alien
A "Bolivian dancer"
That's what I was and I knew I found my aim
Just telephone mama
Just living on a poison pill
A robot dressed to kill
That's all kept in mind
The rest is left behind
I met Freulein in a French café
Just a cigarette and a "les jeux sont faits"
Then came one night when she was in sight
Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more
I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes
That's what it was
And I knew I lost my prize
Just telephone mama ...
She looked at me but she was so sweet
She knelt to my feet
Said she had to cheat
'Cause she lived her life on the sharpest knife
And the K.G.B. never let her breathe
I took her hand, we decided to go far
A naivest "dancer"
That's what I was
And two men approached the car