Текст песни Агата Кристи - Сапоги

He took , bought boots , but they are small
I would like to exchange , I was told - & quot; expect & quot;
I said - & quot; wait , but let's run & quot;
& quot; there is no more & quot; - They say that's a bummer

I came home in Boots
What a pain Oh my God
I'm so tired rubbed corn
Oh my goodness what a pain
Home came the pain was gone
And there is nothing left
And I live spit on pain
I do not care all

Pain is a pain as you do not name it
It's boots because they are small
I told myself do not care about the pain
That's all I have now the pain is gone lame