St. Petersburg - Max Mutzke

She walked through the room, armed with just a cigarette

Stops for a breath, takes a drink from the cabinet

Happy I saw her class, with a gas

A bubble appears, a creature with no address

Young for her years — seducer an tenderness

Happy that I’m OK — that’s the way

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause

But I know, that she needs me

‘Cause we got love, love, love

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

She dances with the Battenbergs

And eats with the Yorks

And I know that she loves me

‘Cause we got love, love, love

She’s a goddess of love, face like a superstar

Dines twice a week — on champagne an caviar

Happy, I have to pay for my way

And that I whispered in her ear, while I try to explain

That my love for her grows with a growing pain

Happy that she loves me in that way

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause

But I know, that she needs me

‘Cause we got love, love, love

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

She dances with the Battenbergs

And eats with the Yorks

And I know that she loves me

‘Cause we got love, love, love

I’m in love an I need her — And I want her everyday

But I couldn’t believe her — As she laughed into my face

What is wrong with a dreamer?

When you feel

So out of place — When you’re feeling out of space

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

Kept by the sugar man, contractual of cause

But I know, that she needs me

‘Cause we got love, love, love

She was born in St. Petersburg, raised in New York

She dances with the Battenbergs

And eats with the Yorks

And I know that she loves me

‘Cause we got love, love, love