Natasha brings me kisses in the moonlight,
She kneels above me, silk upon
my skin,
I reach for her, and I can feel her
heartbeat,
Beneath her breast so heavy in my hand;

The rain [bad word] rivers on my window,
And shimmers on the streetlights down below,
She's happy when I hold her in the shadows,
And whispers of a life I've never
known;
 [bad word] 
And will you dance, Natasha dance for me,
Because I want to feel the passion in
your soul,
And when you dance, will you tell me
in a story,
The joy and pain of living in your world;

And with the light I wake up in the morning,
And she has gone, it must have been
a dream,
And then I see the roses on my pillow,
And now I know that she [bad word] again;