| Well, what can you offer me for love?
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| Lingerie from Paris, black Ford and jewelry!
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| Gifts for the holidays and a phone without words,
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| And about my maiden dream life!
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| Flowers from Sochi, summer garden by the sea house,
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| A ticket to the opera at La Scala is closer to the stage,
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| I hate these storms outside the window
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| How I hate these operas at La Scala.
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| I remember, at school, everyone wants to be friends with you,
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| You were the first to spin Bahama mama for us,
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| You could invite me to your house for a video.
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| Walk in jeans, because your dad is a deputy in the regional committee.
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| The girls kissed you on the smack
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| For very tasty sweets with nuts,
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| They, beautiful, looked at the ceiling
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| Trembling with envy, which was so noticeable.
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| Handsome, you offered me heaven and heaven,
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| But the abandoned pendant was thrown into the mailbox,
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| You gave Rai and Vera the same
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| So that they hang me, how good you are.
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| You are in three apartments: in Yuzhny, here and on Tver
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| I decided to take it on a grand scale, to throw money,
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| And he even boasted that he knew Ivanovich
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| And once I went to have fun with the Postman.
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| Well, what can you offer me for love
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| Lingerie from Paris, black Ford and jewelry… |