| I am 14 years old and the girls
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| They don't pay attention to me.
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| There are pimples on my face,
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| I'm thin, and I'm small, yes, yes ...
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| How beautifully spring decorated the branches,
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| And everyone got girlfriends.
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| I alone am somehow wrong,
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| Op, they sent me to the doctors, yes, yes ...
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| And if I were a healthy muscular Negro,
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| That's when, then they would love me
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| One hundred times more
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| Yo-ho, barking la la la la la... and from the eighth "b"
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| Lena would invite me to visit after school and then,
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| Instead of gopnik Kostya,
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| And I might even kiss her, but...
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| I am 14 years old.
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| The boys are riding bikes,
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| And I was not ordered to ride a bike.
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| They beat me and tease me as a scumbag,
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| My unsuccessful school youth ...
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| And if I were a healthy muscular guy,
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| That's when, then they would love me
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| One hundred times more
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| Yo-ho, barking la la la la la... and from the eighth "b"
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| Lena would invite me to visit after school and then,
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| Instead of gopnik Kostya,
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| And I might even kiss her...
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| I will go to special sections,
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| Learn to kick offenders
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| I'll cut their throats with razors,
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| I will laugh at them killed, yes, yes. |