I was into women and flirtation
And each day had more than my fair share;
There were scores of tales in circulation all around me
All about my personal affairs.

And one day by chance along the highway
By the sea - where dangers can be rife -
I met one of many who came my way
On the rocky road that was my life.

There was not a girl who’s heart was bigger,
With so free and generous a soul,
And she’d got a lovely, curvy figure -
While as for me, I’d pockets full of holes.

But she needed rings and things as presents,
Brand-new perfumes, restaurants each night;
In return she’d give you something pleasant
From her range of dubious delights.

She said: "Come on, Vasya, let’s canoodle -
Take my precious body on a plate."
I said: "Okay, for a hundred roubles -
Or for more, I’ll bring along a mate."

Ah, but women without careful handling
Champ the bit and rear like angry steeds.
It was maybe my misunderstanding,
For she took offence and took her leave.

In a month my worries proved unfounded;
In a month she once more came to call.
I would say, there’s no two ways around it,
That the price had pleased her after all.