Under northern skies, I wrote my name in the ashes
Thank God I took the train to Paris
They don't know what I am
Sacred, or a sin?
But I dance to the gods and create the myth I’m living in
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha-ha
Who is the flame? Mata Hari
Who is the rhythm? Mata Hari
Who is the temple? Mata Hari
My dance is a poem, every movement a word
Mata Hari, Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My dance is a poem, every movement a word
I stepped into the fire with my eyes wide open
And danced myself into a legend
They don't know what I am
Sacred, or a sin?
But I dance to the gods and create the myth I'm living in
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha-ha
Who is the flame? Mata Hari
Who is the rhythm? Mata Hari
Who is the temple? Mata Hari
My dance is a poem, every movement a word
Mata Hari, Mata Hari, Mata Hari
My dance is a poem, every movement a word
A-ha, a-ha, a-ha-ha
Who is the flame? Mata Hari
Who is the rhythm? Mata Hari
Who is the temple? Mata Hari
My dance is a poem, every movement a word