Текст песни р э н т. - м о я д е в о ч к а с о ф т-г р а н ж.

Verse:

The cigarette hands
The tram without a ticket
School to hell and dust notebook on the shelf
My girl drifts past the streets on a skateboard.
Headphones and player cassette
And do not care about that then my mother will scold of the septum
Living the moment - its future trash
And chews so sexy your cherry bablgam.
(Am am am)
Rowdy and skandalistka
In it the player Nirvana, Pharaoh and jump pussy
A pair of rods and sound of the guitar - everything you need and do not care about what will happen next, because

Chorus:
My girl soft grunge (oh oh!)

She listens Cobain turns Blunt, because my girl soft grunge
Wears shoes fashion brand, dyes his hair, because just my girl soft grunge
She listens Cobain turns Blunt, because my girl soft grunge
Wears shoes fashion brand, dyes his hair, because just my girl soft grunge
my girl soft grunge (x 5)

Verse:

Cigarette so pathetic twists
Collarbone two home tatuha
Sneakers all erased on the floor
And in the pocket of a pack of Marlboro Gold.
He writes nasty things on the desk
In class only Twitter or Tumbler
It is the style and rock star
And in her youth and spring
And in the stomach alcohol, and the rest it to the lamp.
From the 80s her blouse
She loves modern art
The behavior of her even 17 do not give
Just Mom, I'm sorry, but my girl soft grunge

Chorus