The girl tries to remember where she left her panties
A boy with a girl, he with flowers, she with a baton
He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
She is waiting for her master, but that's how long she has to wait for him already in the evening
Khodchenkova wanted to merge with the sofa and pillow, but she was mistaken for pink
It's like he's looking at you alive and he's going to start talking right now