Анастасия


Dressed to the fine nines.
Head-turnin’ cat-walk thighs.
Tongue-tied wise guys: drawn like a moth to fire.
Nightin’gale starshine.
Can’t believe she’s mine.
Lookin’ divine: Anastasia.

{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} I don’t know what to say:
{siAhh} words won’t be enough.
{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} you melt my heart away.
{siAhh} from Russia with love.

Buzzin’ a beeline,
lay on my sweet lines.
Drink to me with thine eyes: black-Russian ambrosia.
Empire waistline.
Holdin’ her head high.
Come read my dirty mind: Anastasia.

{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} you melt my heart away.
{siAhh} I’ll never give you up!
{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} you take my breath away
{siAhh} from Russia with love.

Broke the ice, I won’t bite,
Siberian tigers don’t change their stripes.
Don’t think twice, hold me tight:
Anastasia.
Blushin’/Russian bride, by my side,
green-blue eyes, dressed in white.
Love at first sight: Mr. Right ‘n’
Anastasia.

Anastasia!
(Anastasia crooning in Russian)

SOLO

{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} you cannot fail to please
{siAhh} (I’)m not good enough!
{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} enigma wrapped up in intrigue
{siAhh} n’this could be love.
{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} you melt my heart away.
{siAhh} I’ll never give you up!
{Ahhh} Ana! {nAahh} Anastasia!
{stAhh} kissin’ my life away,
{siAhh} from Russia with love.

©21.5.2020 Andrew Robert Chapman

I’ll treat you right: Mr. Right ‘n’
Thank my luc-Ky star-sign.
{stAhh} a riddle wrapped up in intrigue
{siAhh} n’I can’ get enough.
{stAhh} (I’)m not in your league!
{stAhh} romantic’ly intrigued


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