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Helen Fry lyrics
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't gracefully agree
Oh, stormy Russian, stay a while with me
Houston Doll, there's a Russian in in your car
I can't be sure, I think I seen that Russian man before
Oh 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, bitter lies the hangman's rope
Oh he, he seems to know, somethin' I don't know
Concernin' my lover's whereabouts
OH, stormy doctor, everybody has their doubts
Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise
Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise
AAAAh, Helen Fry, she's a master of disguise
AAAAAh, 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
Part of these releases
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- Track 13 on The Felice Brothers
- 12 Whiskey In My Whiskey
- 14 Radio Song
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- Track 5 on Adventures of The Felice Brothers Vol. I
- 4 Radio Song
- 6 Walk a While
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