I see, I see, I won't call first
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Come dive yourself, I'll just collect the pearls
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I know for sure yours are not made of nerve iron
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Plus we will teach a lesson to such an arrogant bitch
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Apparently you are in love, but for me intrigue
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Still so young, and I have a major league
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A book read from cover to cover
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Know I'm not a loaf, but a stale carpet
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Maximum hour strangely passes three
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Right now, come on, phone ring
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The palms are wet and teary in tone
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Let's look at the numbers again
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We all go to pieces
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Why are you silent, you plastic bastard?
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Anger hide the creature tsatsk unobserved
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Here it is, so who's there - back at work
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Hello, yes, I seem to be free for these dates
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Can write, not - it means to give up
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Yes, and who will read SMS lines in fifteen
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Call spit unavailable stupid joke
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Apparently you are not a harmless buttercup, but a forget-me-not
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To know that spring has come, albeit late
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The head is buzzing again, peace is taken away again
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Well, finally, what's there, let's see
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Here it is hello see you today
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Is there a knot or bows between us?
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Let's fly down with a load or up in separation
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There inside the fog flies or smoke
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Me or you, me, me, me or you
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Will instinct or shame prevail?
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Did it reach the flame or cool down?
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In our party, who will complete the gambit
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Me or you, me, me, me or you?
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Since the morning the phone is in her hand
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What stretched after sleep to hug, but now not
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Yes, this is probably jealousy, but what kind of nonsense
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important things to talk in private
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Not the first year of trust between each other
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After all, she is faithful to me, and I am faithful to her
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Why is there cursing, why all this talk
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What she quickly nip in the bud so skillfully and cleanly
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And what, what does not always pick up the phone with me
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And what, what's in the notebook new names
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Even now I screwed myself up like this for a minute
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After all, again it seems that the screen is hiding from me
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Well, everything is calm, it's already electric
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Head full of nonsense over trifles
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Gone is the phone lying nearby
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The hand reaches for the screen, and there
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Is there a knot or bows between us?
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Let's fly down with a load or up in separation
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There inside the fog flies or smoke
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Me or you, me, me, me or you
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Will instinct or shame prevail?
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Did it reach the flame or cool down?
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In our party, who will complete the gambit
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Me or you, me, me, me or you? |