My Russian Blonde

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