Said She Was A Dancer

She said she was a dancer. If I believed it it was my busines   She surely knew a thing or two about control.   Next to the bar we hit the samovar.   She almost slipped right through my fingers.   It was snowing outside and in her soul.   Well maybe you’re a dancer and maybe I’m the King of Old Siam.   I thought it through... best to let the illusion roll.   I wouldn’t say I’ve never heard that tale before   my frozen little señorita   but if your dream is good  why not share it when the nights are cold?   Hey Moscow what’s your story? Lady take your time don’t hurry.   Maybe a student of the agricultural plan.   Hey Moscow what’s your name? If you don’t want to say don’t worry.   It would probably be hard for me to make it scan.   With her phrase book in her silk soft hand   she spoke in riddles while the vodka listened.   I said ``Let me look up love if I might be so bold.’’   She was the nearest thing to Rock and Roll   that side of the velvet curtain   that separates eastern steel from western gold.   Hey Miss Moscow what’s your story?   You needn’t speak aloud just whisper.   I just the closest thing to an Englishman?   You’ve seen me in your magazines or maybe on state television.   I’m your Pepsi-Cola but you won’t take me out the can.   She said she was a dancer --- so she did.   She said she was a dancer. If I believed it it was my business.   It felt like a merry dance that I was being led.   So I stole one kiss. It was a near miss.   She looked at me like I was Jack the Ripper.   She leaned in close. ``Goodnight’’ was all she said.   So I took myself off to bed.