| I came from a small town
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| I am a girl not stupid, not proud
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| I lived with a friend in a terrible hostel
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| And I took there what my parents don't give
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| How I'm tired of moneyless boys
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| To the guitar, songs and penny flowers
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| I want to live beautifully, I change my plans
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| We urgently need to meet Petya Listerman
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| I will look into his glass eyes
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| To put me in the right hands
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| I came to this Earth to kick out on Mars
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| And therefore, without Petya, do not offer intimacy
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| I'll look into his fogged glasses
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| And I'll see myself freaking out there
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| I came into the world to rest on a yacht
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| And therefore, without Petya, do not offer intimacy
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| For a cruise on a quiet ocean liner
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| I can give myself to the freezer
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| If he lets me go shopping there
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| I will prove to him my rich experience
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| If in Monte Carlo he suddenly drags me
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| I can …
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| Attach to show business or join a new group
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| Never sang, at the same time I'll try
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| I will look into his glass eyes
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| To fit me
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| I came to this Earth to kick out on Mars
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| And therefore, without Petya, do not offer intimacy
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| I'll look into his fogged glasses
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| And I'll see myself freaking out there
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| I came into the world to rest on a yacht
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| And therefore, without Petya, do not offer intimacy |