Moscow in springtime ,a scent of hope is in the air. Her talent and passion , could take her everywhere. Did you feel like a boy ? When you shared the same space. Did you see mona lisa ? When her hair framed her face. And did you always want to be the one ? Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on. As she was drawing perfect circles.....on the ice. Paris in summertime , she was playing by your side. You where neglecting your ego , for the dreams she could confide. Did you lie awake at night? Afraid to sleep and find a dream. Were there tears in your eyes? When jealousy produced a scheme. And did you always want to be the one ? Who gave her inspiration and strength to move on. As she was drawing perfect circles As she was drawing perfect circles As she was drawing perfect circles.....on the ice. I saw teenage prostitutes with the diplomats they pleased. Selling our future , spreading the disease. Don't let me down. Please don't let me down. I saw polynesian frenchfries , glowing in the dark While the mastermind neglects to cover his face. I see tomorrow become yesterdays disgrace