Lyrics of songs in the album What Is Love and What Is It Not

1. Be My Love, Bill

I loved you. We made love.
I was so glad to become your girl.
You met Ann. You liked her.
She took your heart right away from me.

Be my love, be my love, Bill.
Don't love Ann, don't love Ann, man.
Why do you want her so much?
She doesn't really need you.

Bill, my sweetheart, I know you don't
Care about me any more 'cause
Your mind is now only on Ann.
I hate that bitch girl.
Maybe you just never loved me.
You were only flirting with me.
I know I'm no beauty queen or
Super clever girl.

Be my love, be my love, Bill.
Don't love Ann, don't love Ann, man.
She'll never be yours for sure.
I bet she loves someone else.

You loved me. I thought so.
We made such a passionate amour.
You shun me. I sense that
'Cause I'm messing with your plan for Ann.

Don't leave me, Don't leave me, Bill.
Ann's no good, Ann's no good, right?
You better leave her alone.
Or you will just hurt yourself.

I know Ann's more charming
Than I am. So be it.
But is she sweeter than me?
Pretty girls are nasty.
You should choose me instead.
I'll always be nice to you.

If you dump me, I will curse you.
I will make you both unhappy.
I will stalk you even when you're
In the bed with Ann.
Don't think you can get rid of me
Like a piece of cigarette butt.
If I die from my love sickness,
I'll come haunting you.

Be my love, be my love, Bill.
Don't love Ann, don't love Ann, man.
She has no feeling for you.
Why keep on fooling yourself?

Look closely. Don't be blind.
Ann is just a proud and wicked girl.
Is she cute? I don't know.
Can’t you see her beauty is plastic?

Drive Ann out, drive Ann out now.
Stay with me, stay with me, please.
How come you care for her so?
She doesn't give you a damn.

Be my love, be my love, Bill.
Don't love Ann, don't love Ann, man.
Why do you love her so bad?
She doesn't really need you.
She doesn't really love you.
She doesn't love you at all.

2. Love Is Espionage

To love is much like espionage.
We must spy each other's hearts to find
The love though we never get no clue
As to what it is or what it is not.

Do we snoop for the sake of peace
Or we just want to defeat our foe?
I try to decipher signs she gives.
But I simply do not possess the codes.

Why do we love if we must lie all the time,
Knowing that all that we hear,
All that we see is another fib?
What do we care?
No one knows what we conceal
Or what we pretend to know
Or think we may know.

We are all aliens.
There's no "us" or "them."
We are rivals to ourselves.
No pledge, no vow, no oath,
No kiss, no hug, no sex
Can guarantee loyalty.

In love you conduct like a spy.
You check all the messages your girl gets
And all the phone numbers she has called
As if an agent examines the case.

Why do we spy?
Is it for saving the love?
But what is it we call "love"?
Another code for something we slight?
You've got secrets
As much as she has her own
You deadly want to fish out,
While holding back yours.
Lovers are sure like double agents.
We change our masters from time to time.
We are so used to acting this way
That we lose track of for whom we're serving
Till all is gone.

3. Satan in Love

Satan sought a girl
Who could comfort him.
He felt so lonely;
Human love he sought.
It is a tough job to be a devil.
He got tired of hating, being nasty,
Causing troubles, being detested.
Satan decided to find a
Kind and loving girl who could love him,
But being a novice he did not
Know where and how to find one, ended up
Getting a real bitchy girl who
Just wanted his magic power
Which got her all that she wanted,
Never thinking what might please him.

To hate is so easy.
You just hurt, be cruel,
Do mean things, be nasty,
And faithless; you know how.
But to love is so hard.
You have to please one whom you love.
But you hardly know what is pleasant to your lover as
You only know what pleases yourself.
To be loved is as difficult since
You're not sure how to react to love offered to you.

How to love he does not know.
The girl merely used him.
She never loved Satan.
But he lacked experience.
He could not tell that.
Someone should teach him how and whom to love.

He got tired of loving as well.
So waving his left hand,
He removed this girl.

Satan can be lonely.
Everybody needs love.
But to love is tougher
Than to hate or be hated.

4. She Ain’t No Spy

Of course she could not have been a spy, a spy.
She was just dating me, an alien, alien.
What secret could she have had with her, with her?
She was no other than a house maid, house maid.

I was then in Siberia in a small naval base town.
A rep was I of a trading firm, selling sheaths to the navy.
You've come to Siberia. Though you are a tourist,
It feels as if you were in exile.
Surely even back in New York I never had a home
I was alone just like in exile.

Out of ennui I called at a small bar.
I just needed gin lime
To quench emptiness flavored with sadness.
How apt! You're in Russia.
There I met this girl, a local worker, real Siberian gem.
In a flash I fell in love,
Not knowing she would suffer from this.

She could not possibly have been a spy, a spy.
She was just dating me, an alien, alien.
What secret could she have had with her, with her?
She was no other than a house maid, house maid.

Like sweethearts we spent time on Russian meadows.
She made a ring for me out of marigold.
There she picked berries, mushrooms, herbs, and nuts.
Home she made a simple meal. I loved it so.

No, no, no, she's not a spy, a spy;
Was just dating an alien, alien.
She had no secret with her, with her.
She was a house maid. That's all. That's all.

My work was over. I had to go home.
But I surely planned to come back for her
And snatch her away to be by me for good.
Every day I called her to make arrangements for her.
But on one fine day
She sounded frightened,
Said we must break up.
I was so confused,
Asked why, but she shut up.
She was like a shell,
Didn't talk, didn't listen.
So I gave her up as a dream.

A year had passed. I was with my boss
At a New York bar. Idly
Sipping gin lime and vainly gossiping
Till I learned something new.
The story is that after I left, an officer came to her.
Took her to Station on charge of treason,
Leaking naval secrets.
She was tormented for days with questions,
Insinuations, and threats.
Crying she swore them
She should have absolutely nothing with me.

Of course she could not have been a spy, a spy.
She was just dating me, an alien, alien.
What secret could she have had with her, with her?
She was no other than a house maid, house maid.
How stupid can we get about love?
Why can't we just let people love?

5. Truth Isn’t Sweet

You've got something to disclose me.
I've got nothing to learn from you.
How come you are so eager to end our love?
Truth is sweet to no one concerned.
I don't want to hear it from you.
Better to have it come as a piece of bad gossip.

I just thought you loved me
Or you never did.
Doesn't matter which.
You looked so much in love.
Or was I naive
While you faked too well?

You've dated me long enough for me to think you're my beloved girl
Or were you flirting without a sense of love?
How many pieces of secrets you intend to give away now
Or it will be a blunt sentence that you don't need me?

We had so much fun.
You must remember.
Why then you need a guy?
I just don't know why.
You kept hiding him.
In his bed you slept
Having left mine
As if you just changed the linen.

I know you will tell me something
That will make me feel like a stone.
Are you joking
Or else trying to hurt me?
Perhaps, you could still lie to me
That you don't have no one but me.
Even if you have to caress him behind my back.

You've got something to disclose me.
I've got nothing to hear from you.
Why do you want to ruin my hope and life?
Truth is bitter especially
When it comes out of your cute mouth.
Only by turning a deaf ear
I can barely survive.

We made such solemn pledge.
We swore lasting love
"Till death doth us part."
Now I'm still in my prime
But I feel as if I'm a dying man.

You've got something to reveal me.
I've got nothing to hear from you.
Why do you want to put an end to a dream?
No one likes to face reality.
I don't want to take it, either.
Why not bury it forever
In the tomb of life?

6. Babulya’s Buggy

Katya's still pretty. She's merely twenty.
She's not ready to be a mom, but a baby is born.
Diapers she hates to change. Breastfeeding she loathes.
So Grandma takes care of her granddaughter.

Grandma left Russia. Life was real tough there.
But things were as tough in here. She barely made her living;
Diapers could not afford. She had to wash "plyonki."
She can't make out why Katya hates pampers.

Katya puts on her makeup. Grandma takes Anya for a walk.
Katya visits the night club where all night she dances, flirts till dawn.
Grandma babysits at home, but as she was once a motorist,
What she loves most to do is to take a stroll at a sweeping speed.

So go, go, roll on in the grandma's buggy, while Katya's having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy. Katya's dancing.

Babulya, Grandma, she was cute as well when she was young, driving her cool Niva,
But she's turned a babulya in Brooklyn. Her breasts withered away.
Now she yearns for her wild life in her youth.

So go, go, roll on in the grandma's buggy, while Katya's having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy. Katya's dancing.

Katya hates kids. They are messy.
How can you meet a guy with your baby in arms?
It toys with your pierce, throws up and pees. "Uuuhr! I hate it!"

Salsa, mambo, samba, tango, jitterbug, chachacha, bachata, and rumba Katya dances.

So go, go, roll on in the grandma's buggy, while Katya's having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy. Katya's dancing.

Katya's a Yankee girl. But at heart she's Russian.
She's not pc nor vegan. She loves cakes and vodka.
She pretends to be chaste, but she's a damn free girl
Who'd rather sleep with a guy than her kid.
Grandma is tired of making jam. Still she cannot get used to hummus.
Home she talks just in Russian. She's never learned to speak in English.
Grandma needs to quench her stress; she has to go wild from time to time.
Anya's also a speed freak, loves it when her buggy flies through streets.

So go, go, roll on in the grandma's buggy, while Katya's having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy. Katya's dancing.

Katya loves hunting and being hunted.
She loves dancing in the hall as much as dancing in bed.
Grandma was like that thirty years ago.
Now she loves speeding the buggy like crazy.

Go, go, roll on in the grandma’s buggy, while Katya’s having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy. Katya’s dancing.
Hey, go, go, roll on in the grandma's buggy, while Katya's having fun.
Go, go, rock on in the grandma's buggy while Kat’’s dancing,
Till Kat’ thinks back, till Kat’ comes home.

7. “Nein, Nein/Fine, Fine”

(F) So I've been dating a guy from Georgia.
It's been a month I've been in Macon,
Where my man is running a farm of corn,
A kind of crop that I hate most.

(M) So I've been dating a girl from Hamburg.
She's comely and smart, studies old music.
She loves it in here with lovely nature,
Is eager to help my farming business.

(F) I came to New York
To make my career playing violin.
But the teachers thought that I wasn't talented.
That's when I met this guy.

(M) I fell in love and
Took her to Georgia to show my life.
But when I start talking about our future,
She's too shy to speak.

(M) So she says: "Nein, nein" and she says: "Nein, "Nein,
All that my girl says is: "Nein, nein."
(F) So he says: "Fine, fine" and he says: "Fine, fine."
All that my man says is: "Fine, fine."

(M) She's a damn good fiddler, plays German songs well.
It's pretty music, but I like our own.
(F) I dreamt of playing Bach at the Met Hall.
But my man thinks farming is as fine.

(F) So he says: "Fine, fine" and he says: "Fine, fine."
All that my man says is: "Fine, fine."
(M) So she says: "Nein, nein" and she says: "Nein, "Nein,
All that my girl says is: "Nein, nein."
(F-M) All that my man says is: "Fine, fine." All that my girl says is: "Nein, nein."
(M) “Nein, nein.”
(F) "Fine, fine.”
(F-M) “Nein, nein.”
“Fine, fine."

(F) He says it's fine,
(M) She loves Georgia.
(F) Georgian climate.
(M) She likes the South.
(F) But I miss my
(M) It's so sunny.
(F) Misty Hamburg.
(M) Who hates it here?
(F) The guy is simple.
(M) The girl is comely,
(F) Just too simple.
(M) Kind and modest.
(F) I prefer cities
(M) And she likes me
(F) To the country.
(M) As she loves Georgia.
(F-M) (F)I hate grits, miss eisbein, German beer,
(M) She likes it here.
(F) I'd rather be in New York.
(M) She likes grits, corn pudding, loves horse rides.
(F) As I hate horse rides he talks me into,
(M) It's just she's too shy to try.
(F) I must keep playing violin on and on.
(M) Instead the girl plays fiddle all day, yes,
I like it when the girl plays on fiddle.
(F) I just have to play violin all day.
(M) So here she goes on her fiddle.
Hee-haw!

(F) I hoped I could be a superb soliste.
I was so depressed it didn't come true.
(M) She was to be a great musician.
But she gave that up ‘cause she fell in love.
(F) In my profession I was not making any success.
I felt so frustrated that I thought that a change of air might help me.
(M) She was doing fine playing fiddle till I showed new life.
Still when I start talking about our future, she's too shy to speak.

(M) So she says, "Nein, nein" and she says: "Nein, "Nein,
All that my girl says is: "Nein, nein."
(F) So he says: "Fine, fine" and he says: "Fine, fine."
All that my man says is: "Fine, fine."

(F-M) (F) So I've been dating a guy from Georgia.
(M) So I've been dating a girl from Hamburg, a beautiful girl,
(F) It's been a month I've been in Macon,
(M) And she has taken interest in my corn growing business.
(F) Where my man is running a big corn farm.
(M) She is a German girl, but she likes our life in the South.
(F) I only eat corn on the beach.
(M) She adores Southern food like corn grits and crawfish.
(F) The guy has been nice to me, but I can't say I feel at home here.
(M) I took the girl from New York to Georgia.
(F) I miss fog and snow back in Hamburg. I feel it's too sunny here.
(M) It's so much better to lead life in the South.
(F) I dreamt of playing at Carnegie, but I was not good enough.
(M) An unhealthy life they lead in cities.
(F) In despair I chose to come here, but I can't think farming is as fine.
(M) The girl is now sure that in Georgia all is fine.

(F) So I say: "Nein, nein" and I say: "Nein, nein."
All I say to him is: "Nein, nein."
(M) So I say: "Fine, fine" and I say: "Fine, fine,”
All I say to her is: "Fine, fine."
(F-M) (F) So I say: "Nein, nein" and I say: "Nein, nein."
(M) So I say: "Fine, fine" and I say: "Fine, fine,”
(F) All I say to him is: "Nein, nein."
(M) All I say to her is: "Fine, fine."
(F-M) (F) So I say: "Nein, nein" and I say: "Nein, nein."
(M) So I say: "Fine, fine" and I say: "Fine, fine,”
(F) All I say to him is: "Nein, nein."
(M) All I say to her is: "Fine, fine."
(M) All I say to her is: "Fine, fine."
(F) All I say to him is: "Nein, nein."
(F-M) (F) "Nein, Nein." "Nein, nein."
(M) "Fine, fine." "Fine, fine."