MOSCOW (deep house)

Описание: She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.
She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.

For her it’s gold and diamonds bright,
she took his soul, will break it in stripes.
In her eyes, so many lies.
With a gentle touch she can heal your cries.

Ey, yeah,
When he’s with her he feels so high.
Being sober? Won’t even try!
She’s to blame, but she’s the cure tonight.

She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.
She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.

In the night she keeps her scars.
You don’t know what she fights for, who you are.
There’s a fire inside her soul.
Will she tell him? No one knows.

Ey, yeah,
When he’s with her he feels so high,
Being sober? Won’t even try!
She’s to blame, but she’s the cure tonight.

She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.
She acts like she don’t know a thing,
dark cold eyes, like Moscow’s sting.
White like an angel, still so mean,
plays notes with her body, like Mozart’s dream.