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 is running 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;
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 will come again;
And she will dance, Natasha dance for me, Again I want to feel the passion in your soul, And when you move, will you show me in a story, The joy and pain of living in your world;