Текст песни Gazebo - Telephone mama

-Hello?-Hello, bolivian dancer?-Fandango-This is madame bovary-Oh-Symbiosis with voltaire-Eh, when?-Telephone mamaI Lived my life on a razor bladeNever found escape in my empty shadeTill came one day when the C.I.ASaid we need you bad down in LeningradI took my life of a legal alienA "Bolivian Dancer" that's what I wasAnd I knew I found my aimJust Telephone MamaJust living on a poison pillJust Telephone MamaA robot dressed to killTelephone MamaThat's all I kept in mindJust Telephone MamaThe rest is left behindI met Freulein in a French CafeJust a cigarette and "les jeux sont faits"Till came one night when she was in sight

Through the bathroom door saw her seek for moreI took my colt and I pointed at her eyesA sentimental cancer that's what it wasAnd I knew I lost my prizeJust Telephone MamaJust living on a poison pillJust Telephone MamaA robot dressed to killTelephone MamaThat's all I kept in mindJust Telephone MamaThe rest is left behindShe looked at me God she was so sweetShe knelt to my feet said she had to cheatCause she lived her life on the sharpest knifeAnd the K.G.B never let her breatheI took her hand we decided to go farThe naivest "dancer" that's what I wasAnd two men approached the carJust Telephone MamaJust living on a poison pillJust Telephone MamaA robot dressed to killTelephone MamaThat's all I kept in mindJust Telephone MamaThe rest is left behind
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