Natasha brings me kisses in the moonlight,
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She kneels above me, silk upon my skin,
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I reach for her, and I can feel her heartbeat,
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Beneath her breast so heavy in my hand;
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The rain is running rivers on my window,
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And shimmers on the streetlights down below,
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She's happy when I hold her in the shadows,
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And whispers of a life I've never known;
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And will you dance, Natasha dance for me,
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Because I want to feel the passion in your soul,
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And when you dance, will you tell me in a story,
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The joy and pain of living in your world;
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La la la, la la la, la la la la.......
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And with the light I wake up in the morning,
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And she has gone, it must have been a dream,
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And then I see the roses on my pillow,
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And now I know that she will come again;
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And she will dance, Natasha dance for me,
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Again I want to feel the passion in your soul,
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And when you move, will you show me in a story,
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The joy and pain of living in your world;
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Natasha dance for me.........
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Natasha Dance
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| Chris De Burgh |
