Текст песни Поющие трусы - Интим не предлагать

I came from a small town
I'm not a stupid girl, is not proud
I lived with a friend in a terrible hostel
And I took it that the parents do not give

As I'm tired of boys penniless
Under guitar songs and flowers penny
I want to live beautifully, I change plans
It is urgent to meet Petya Listerman

I look in his eyes made of glass
To me, I rubbed into the hands of the right
I came to this earth to knock on the MERS
And so without sex does not offer Petit

Take a look at his glasses misted
And I see myself there Ofigevshy
I appeared in the world, to relax on a yacht
And so without sex does not offer Petit

During the cruise on the tranquil ocean liner
I can give the freezer
If he let me go there for shopping
I show him a wealth of experience

If Monte Carlo suddenly he drags me
I can ...
In showbiz pristorit or a new group
I never sing at the same time try

I look in his eyes made of glass
That rubbed me
I came to this earth to knock on the MERS
And so without sex does not offer Petit

Take a look at his glasses misted
And I see myself there Ofigevshy
I came to the world on a yacht for a vacation
And so without sex does not offer Petit