Dear Svetlana,My sweet Babushka chick, how I have missed you since the Cold War has ended. Those lips are sweeter than the mountains of Beluhka, your hips are heartier than the grain you harvest and your will stronger than the plow you violently push every morning.
Too bad you had to go and run off with Ivan.
As long as you are happy, I will have to be too. And I do not want to piss that man off, he killed Apollo Creed with one punch.
I dedicate this song to an audience of one, my sweet Russian love, Светлана.
Cold War Kids- "Audience of One"
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