I remotely read syllables,
I remotely don`t trust to accents,
I remotely choose be-all myself.
I wist every lady I have had,
All sides of Earth I know straight,
But when I`ve seen you I`ve forgotten everything…!
I`m sticking up my hands – wanna give up to you,
Because you are so pretty in your eighteens!
I`m sticking up my hands, but I don`t know truly –
Maybe you just my chance from dullness…
You`re flaming and we can`t douse your bee,
You are ready share your daily with me,
Even if you gotta become meek…
Maybe we should scrub of everything,
Drop an anchor and just slowly swim,
And you know exactly that you just can`t change me…!
I`m sticking up my hands – wanna give up to you,
Because you are so pretty in your eighteens!
I`m sticking up my hands, but I don`t know truly –
Maybe you just my chance from dullness…
I m sticking up my hands
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