I fell in love with a Russian blonde,
She was tall; she was pretty and kind,
And in my darkest days she'd sooth my pain,
For only 24 rubles an hour,
And she assured me this was a special price,
Because she liked the way I averted my eyes,
But when the money all ran out,
She broke my heart.

And in all that time I never saw her cry,
Though I often noticed bruises on her arms,
And I thought we had a special thing,
But I never even knew her real name.

I brought her flowers every day,
To the place where she worked with her friends,
And when we sat and talked,
We never touched,
As that would have felt like the end,
And then I'd like to watch her dance for me,
Before we snuggled up in bed for the night,
But when my money all ran out,
She broke my heart.