| Lives by the southern sea
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| One hot boy
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| He never gets his own
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| And he follows our
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| And calls everyone Natasha
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| And says: Come on, come here, yes Oh, it's just trouble
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself walk to your beach
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| And then give yourself a massage
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| You yourself are Natasha!
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| With such a temperament
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| Lead Parliament
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| And build cities in the desert,
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| And he chokes on words
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| Stay my beauty
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| And he says: I always want you, yes, Oh, it's just trouble
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself walk to your beach
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| And then give yourself a massage
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| My name is Alla,
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| And I'm Ekaterina
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| We would find a pretty blond at the pier
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| My name is Varya
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| Exclusively made in Russia
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| You're not lucky, boy - not a single one is Natasha!
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself, you yourself Natasha
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| You yourself, you yourself walk to your beach
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| And then give yourself a massage
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| You yourself, you yourself walk to your beach
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| And then give yourself a massage
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| You yourself are Natasha! |