Said she was a dancer Jethro-tull
[F]She said she was a dance[C]r. I[Dm]f I believed it, it was my[Bb] business
[F]She surely knew a thing or t[C]wo about contr[Dm]ol.
[F]Next to the bar we hit the samo[C]var.
[Dm]She almost slipped right t[Bb]hrough my fingers.
[F]It was snowing outsi[C]de and in her [Dm]soul.
[F]Well, maybe you're a dan[C]cer,[Dm] and maybe I'm the King of[Bb] Old Siam.
[F]I thought it through... best[C] to let the illusion [Dm]roll.
[F]I wouldn't say I've never heard that tale befor[C]e,
[Dm]my frozen little senorita,
but if your dr[F]eam is good, why not share [C]it when the nights are c[Dm]old?
[G]Hey Moscow, what's your story? L[C]ady, take your time, don't hur[D]ry.
[G]Maybe a student of the agric[D]ultural pla[C]n.
[G]Hey Moscow, what's your name? If you d[C]on't want to say, don't wor[D]ry.
[G]It would probably be ha[D]rd for me to make it sta[C]nd.
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.
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.
She said she was a dancer --- so she did.
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.
Words and music by IAN ANDERSON
TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN)
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