Helen Fry

Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Six-foot, two Hair of blonde, eyes of blue She, she seems to think That the devil's dressed in pink But I can gracefully agree Stormy Russian, stay a while with me Houston Doll There's a Russian in your car I can't be sure I think I've seen that Russian man before He, he seems to believe That love is all you need How could I ever take his place? Oh, Stormy Russian, won't you look me in the face? Aunt Louise There's a doctor in the trees A stethoscope Brittle as a hangman's rope For he, he seems to know Something I don't know Concerning my lovers whereabouts Stormy doctor, everybody has their doubts Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise Helen Fry She's a master of disguise