The Felice Brothers - Helen Fry Lyrics
Helen Fry, she's a master of disguiseSix foot two, hair of blonde, eyes of blueShe, she seems to think, that the devil's dressed in pink,but I can't gracefully agreeOh, stormy Russian, stay a while with meHouston Doll, there's a Russian in in your carI can't be sure, I think I seen that Russian man beforeOh he, he seems to believe, that love is all you needHow 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 treesA stethoscope, bitter lies the hangman's ropeOh he, he seems to know, somethin' I don't knowConcernin' my lover's whereaboutsOH, stormy doctor, everybody has their doubtsHelen Fry, she's a master of disguiseHelen Fry, she's a master of disguiseAAAAh, Helen Fry, she's a master of disguiseAAAAAh, Helen Fry, she's a master of disguiseHelen Fry, she's a master of disguiseHelen Fry, she's a master of disguiseHelen Fry, she's a master of disguiseHelen Fry, she's a master of disguise
