| I'm lying on the beach doing nothing
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| Slender, sultry, very warm,
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| And around hundreds of hands are frying and sticky,
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| Only in vain I am very touchy.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't come to me with offers
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| And beautiful expressions
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| Don't try me, I'll like it so much
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| After all, I'm a monster, though a beauty.
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| I'm walking, I'm wandering, through the night city,
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| Heels and stockings, take care of honor from a young age,
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| Hundreds of eyes, hundreds of phrases and sweet cars,
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| Only believe me, no - it's all up to the light bulb!
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| Chorus:
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| Don't come to me with offers
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| And beautiful expressions
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| Don't try me, I'll like it so much
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| After all, I'm a monster, though a beauty.
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| Solo.
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| I stand and sing without touching anyone,
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| And come on, walk, live your own way,
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| And if you take a chance - you will come up, so I will restore it,
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| After all, I do not control myself in anger.
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| Chorus:
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| Don't come to me with offers
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| And beautiful expressions
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| Don't try me, I'll like it so much
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| After all, I'm a monster, though a beauty.
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| Don't come to me with offers
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| And beautiful expressions
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| Don't try me, I'll like it so much
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| After all, I'm a monster, though a beauty. |