| This is a girl with wide pupils like glasses,
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| Basketball hoop, that's a net hole.
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| Do not swing the swing, do not throw into this ring.
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| If panties and Czechs are tight, you're not a fucking dancer.
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| Blonde night, spring in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| From the single in Hyatt, she took out a dressing gown,
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| She walked down the street in it, attracting rubbish and slag.
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| And a fox, and a dog, and with jackets and grandmas,
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| Just out of banks. |
| Kiss me dog.
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| Kiss me dog.
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| Kiss me dog.
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| Kiss me dog.
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| Kiss me dog.
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| Blonde night, spring in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| Drive, garbage truck on the left, overtake on the right,
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| There are two lanes on the road, they wake up.
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| Stop, blocked pedestrian crossing,
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| On it dances the blocked unfinished pedestrian.
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| I smoke, inhaling the morning, covering my boner with my jacket.
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| Remembering how your gray-blues burn in the morning.
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| Night, night.
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| Blonde night, spring in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous.
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| This is a blonde night, spring is in her temples,
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| This is the night in the pictures of her unscrupulous. |