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Checked your bags with the hotel clerk
They'll be checking out your wife, I guess your losing your nerve
So you drift downstairs and try to bide some time
You're still hittin' the bottle and eight thirty nine
You're a mess
Blue Russian
You're a mess
Blue Russian
Red Square, I got my radio on
Eight thousand miles just to hear the same song
Don'tcha put me on a plane and get me out of this place
got my duty-free vodka and my own life to waste
You're a mess
Blue Russian
You're a mess
Blue Russian
But now I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
Red Square, I got my radio on
Eight thousand miles just to hear the same song
Why Don'tcha put me on a plane and take me out of this place
got my duty-free vodka and my own life to waste
You're a mess
Blue Russian
You're a mess
Blue Russian
But now I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
Yes, I'm calling you up
I'm calling you up
Yes, I'm calling you up
You're a mess
Blue Russian
You're a mess
Blue Russian