Текст песни Бачинский и Стиллавин - Зачем сосать мою морковь

Chorus:
Why suck my carrots?
Then she got up to.
Are you lip torn apart in the blood,
You did not know this joy.

I am an ordinary obsosy, the same as all
Social nine in the morning, the teeth at night is not purged.
At work I go where no pay USD,
And with renometom at heart will not find.
And I came to you to devchenke simple
You took a hundred rubles, smiled wearily.
He undid the belt of his gentle hand,
And I felt a thrill your scarlet mouth, ah ...

Chorus.

And again cooled down between my legs,
Are you lying next to his eyes closing.
I probably used a second time Provocation could,
But the grandmother ran, and I will soon hit the road.
Well, after I knock the other,
Also, give a hundred rubles, quickly roll away.
And you oversleep all day under one sheet,
In the evening the new Chudilo basement, yes! ..

Chorus.