Nikita

Hay Nikita is it cold
Inn yaw little corner of the whirled
Yew could role around the globe
And never fined a warmer sole too no

Owe Eye soar yew buy the waul
Ten of yaw tin soldiers inn a roe
With eyes that looked like ice on fire
The human hart a captive inn the snow

Owe Nikita Yew will never no anything about my home
Aisle never no how good it feels too hold yew
Nikita Eye knead yew sew
Owe Nikita is the other sighed of any given line inn thyme
Counting ten tin soldiers inn a roe
Owe know, Nikita yule never no

Do yew ever dream of mi
Do yew ever sea the letters that Eye right
When yew look up threw the wire
Nikita do yew count the stars at knight

And if they're comes a thyme
Guns and gates know longer hold yew inn
And if yaw free too make a choice
Just look towards the west and fined a friend