My eyes ain't diamonds
I am no brighter than an average girl.
Lips ain't ripe as raspberry
satan himself is afraid of my Soul.
have no idea - what it 's to be tender
softness from voice is desperately gone.
I am a real russian woman
gentlemen are shocked by my harsh tongue.
I do not want to be a flower
with gratitude accept gifts and sorrows from Above.
there is a way to be someone different
I let myself not hide.