She waited for years, she cried for years
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She was looking for tea, a guy, not a boy
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Which has at least a car and a barracks
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Which will always make sure he gets everything
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So she went to the gala, with dogabala makeup
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She was looking for something like Rhythm or Separ
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It must be fate, because she noticed him
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But she is not a gold digger, because she earns herself
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He doesn't cry so he won't jump on his banana right away
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But he doesn't even want a boring cock - a priest
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He has to smoke well, he can handle it
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But he must give her freedom, not chase her
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Be funny and help her at the same time
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When he has a meeting, when the shops come
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And he can't be dumb, have a cerebral edema
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Just a full jackpot - fucking blast
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So he watches the fucking thing move with him
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And he thinks about which approach to choose - JESUS!
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Maybe it's not his wife
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Chava can't have such bad taste
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A friend's friend is a friend to him
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She got her a number, he wrote, and I'm writing
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Of course, that pussy is not taken into account
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Even so, it was nothing serious
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She's already questioned
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Oooooh
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Rada shows off, loves Sex and the City
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She doesn't care that the coffee was waiting for her at home
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While she fucked with respect
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Sad, but apt
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When she's singing this chorus
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Disgusting, but common
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She smoked from the village to the suburbs
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They got together and the dream is…
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At once, reality is every day
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Seagull has been behaving like this for a few months
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As if she had non-stop canteens
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She doesn't know what, but she wants everything
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From evening to morning overnight and without stars
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At the club, it sucks into that head
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Normally, Mercedes Benz takes it around town
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And you're fucked when you think it couldn't be better
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For this was only a harbinger of it
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That a woman has a lot to expect
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You fucking ringla so at least bend over
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When you don't work anymore, you don't say goodbye
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Fucking ones like you stand 5 around every corner
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I love you. |
don't even tell him that shit
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Your household is a fucking horror movie
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The model is outside and the garbage is at home
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How can one coat be changed so many times?
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You slander people you don't know and exactly
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You know who is with whom and you divide them when you go crazy
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He sleeps all day and then he's gone all night
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Suddenly it's a bun you don't want
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And you thought you'd marry her
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That she's the mother of your children
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Now you have herpes from her
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Oooooh
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Rada shows off, loves Sex and the City
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She doesn't care that the coffee was waiting for her at home
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While she fucked with respect
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Sad, but apt
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When she's singing this chorus
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Disgusting, but common
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She smoked from the village to the suburbs
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Please don't kid
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Start that car and disappear
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Please don't dance here anymore
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She chose the bank as a bank - it's time to think
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He gave you everything and you didn't give him anything
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Making him a dick was your top hobby
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You can't get it if you don't give anything back
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And you can fuck a little angel
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My dear…
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You won't have a normal guy in your life
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Unless you start behaving differently
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Someone can't carry you on their hands
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Whoever you don't respect, you talk to him like a cunt
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You're getting on his nerves
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You can't form a guy
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What did he want to have a family with you and
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He wanted to be normal because of you
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But tea that makes sense and has love
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He won't make you a dick
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When he knows all the bartenders in town
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Oooooh
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Rada shows off, loves Sex and the City
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She doesn't care that the coffee was waiting for her at home
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While she fucked with respect
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Sad, but apt
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When she's singing this chorus
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Disgusting, but common
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She smoked from the village to the suburbs |