The Pretty Pride Of Russia I look out from my window at the cotton fields below, and wonder what it’s like in England. One thing’s for sure – I’ll get in there in the end, once I’ve saved enough to pay my friend’s kind friend – a man most eager to help (he’s said he’ll find me a job and a luxury flat with other girls like me). And I’ll have a salary – more than in my dreams – to buy jewellery and fur and clothes. There’s more to life than this – the world must be explored – and London is the perfect place for me to be adored. Yes there’s more to life than this – the world must be explored – And London is the perfect place for me to be adored. London town is where I’ll go and London town is where I’ll grow – I’ll learn to act and to sing and make my father proud. When I’m home once I’ve grown, they’ll all stare and want to go – to be like me, the pretty pride of Russia. There’s more to life than this – the world must be explored – and London is the perfect place for me to be adored. Yes there’s more to life than this – the world must be explored – And London is the perfect place for me to be adored.