Gazebo

I lived my life on a razor blade
Never found escape in my empty shade
Till came one day when the c.i.a
Said we need you bad down in leningrad
I took my life of a legal alien
A "bolivian dancer" that's what i was
And I knew I found my aim
Just telephone mama
Just living on a poison pill
Just telephone mama
A robot dressed to kill
Telephone mama
That's all I kept in mind
Just telephone mama
The rest is left behind
I met freulein in a french caf?
Just a cigarette and "les jeux sont faits"
Till came one night when she was in sight
Through the bathroom door saw her seek for more
I took my colt and I pointed at her eyes
A sentimental cancer that's what it was
And I knew I lost my prize
Just telephone mama