Она способна разглядеть Четыре спутника за минуту. И найти четырехлистный клевер Там, где вообще не бывает цветов. Она привычно парадоксальна, Параллельно перпендикулярна.
Босиком, в ночной рубашке, Она танцует под дождем, От заката до заката, Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая, Чертовски неотразимая, Не любить ее просто нереально. Она - мое основное чувство, Пир во время чумы, Но какое это имеет значение, Ведь поймать ее невозможно.
Она действительно может быть удобной, Подобно домовенкам, которые готовят кушать. Она может закатить истерику, Но не настолько, чтобы сорваться. Она как конспект нужных качеств, Море энергетики.
В прозрачном пеньюаре, Босиком, она танцует под дождем, От заката до заката, Она словно смывает свою боль.
И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая, Чертовски неотразимая, Не любить ее просто нереально. Она - мое основное чувство, Пир во время чумы, Но какое это имеет значение, Это не обсуждается
She can see about four satellites Every minute of the hour And find a four leaf clover Where you never saw a flower She's habitually paradoxical, A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, That's how she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you It can be a tad hysterical, But never quite the breakthrough She's some kind of an epitome, The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns, Barefoot she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate She is able to see Four satellites per minute. And find a four-leaf clover Where there is no color. She habitually paradoxical, In parallel, perpendicular.
Barefoot, in her nightgown, She dances in the rain, From sunset to sunset, She seemed to wash away the pain.
And she's beautiful, unpredictable, Damned irresistible, I do not love it is simply unrealistic. She - my basic feeling, Feast in Time of Plague, But what does it matter, After all, it is impossible to catch.
It can really be comfortable, Like domovenka who prepare to eat. She can throw a tantrum, But not enough to hang on. It is a summary of the necessary qualities, Ocean energy.
In a transparent negligee, Barefoot, she dances in the rain, From sunset to sunset, She seemed to wash away the pain.
And she's beautiful, unpredictable, Damned irresistible, I do not love it is simply unrealistic. She - my basic feeling, Feast in Time of Plague, But what does it matter, It is not discussed
She can see about four satellites Every minute of the hour And find a four leaf clover Where you never saw a flower She's habitually paradoxical, A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns, That's how she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you It can be a tad hysterical, But never quite the breakthrough She's some kind of an epitome, The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns, Barefoot she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate