[Verse 1]
She said she was a dancer
If I believed it, it was my business
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

[Verse 2]
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 senorita
But if your dream is good, why not share it when the nights are cold?

[Chorus 1]
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

[Verse 3]
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
[Chorus 2]
Hey Miss Moscow, what's your story?
You needn't speak aloud, just whisper
Am 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

[Guitar Solo]
She said she was a dancer, so she did

[Verse 4]
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