| The suit is brand new, boots with creaking
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| I exchanged it for my stomach and dumplings.
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| And there is no more sexual appetite,
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| A zohen wei (*1), mein Goth (*2), Oh, mother, who knew ...,
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| Which, in the end, will turn out ugly
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| My love for one girl from the yard.
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| Then I thought my heart would break
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| And under the windows he was on duty until the morning.
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| Autumn rain soaked me from head to toe,
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| And from the sky the month mocked me:
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| “After all, you, bro, are not an oligarch, and not an artist!
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| Not very fashionable and not very young!”
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| Maybe so, but I achieved it!
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| To the envy of everyone, boys in love with her!
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| At registration, he was already glowing with happiness!
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| Friends "honeymoon" gave us.
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| Half a year has passed, the whole illusion has disintegrated.
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| There was no trace left of the ardent passion.
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| She seemed like a gentle angel before the wedding,
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| But it turned out to be a capricious cunt.
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| Zero in the refrigerator, clothes all over the apartment,
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| Menstruhoy tightly stained the entire toilet seat.
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| And I can’t watch hockey, because it’s on the air
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| Either Uri Geller, damn it, or Ksenia Sobchak!
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| I thought in sex, at least everything will be fine,
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| Yes, only for her to get orgasms-
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| It is necessary to "rummage" at the speed of a combine,
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| I had to cut myself so as not to finish right away.
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| I hate this life! |
| It's stupid fucking bollock!(*3)
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| Here Johnny Rotten (*4) would probably say so.
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| I'm twenty-five, but I look forty
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| That's where I screwed up, you bastard! |
| Well, not an asshole?!
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