You’ve Gotten Under My Skin
(With apologies to Cole Porter)

You’ve gotten under my skin.
You’ve gotten deep in control of me.
So deep’s your control that you own every part of me.
You’ve gotten under my skin.
I’ve tried so hard not to give in.
I said to myself, my Russian affairs never went so well.
And how to resist when, Vlad, you know me too well
And you’ve gotten under my skin?
I’ve sacrificed everything to prepare for the fight
To survive from havin’ you near
In spite of a warnin’ voice giving me quite a fright
That repeats and repeats in my ear,
Yes I know I’m your fool who never can win,
I’ve not the ability, to break away from this fealty.
And each time that I try, just the thought of it
Reminds me that the dreaded pain will begin
Cause you’ve taken over my skin.
I would sacrifice everything come what might
For the sake of just breaking free
In spite of the warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, and it yells loud at me,
Don’t I know that I mustn’t try to break free
Vlad has tapes that show what I pig I have been
And each time I try just the thought brings the fear of the pickle I’m in.
‘Cause, Vlad, you’ve gotten under my skin.