Текст песни St Kate - Песня о кенгуру, или что мы знаем о современных дорогах

Lady makes a fool of you by nature I'm racing driver
Bits bullshit if not under Squeeze 160
DPS Let her cry, let easier
It's not cool to like the tortoise move

Cool car tuning and I'm here God Machine
Under the wheels of my Russian asphalt cracking
I was cheeky hammer to reach the summit
while you are deciding the fate of the frets viburnum

I remember a complicated way, a lot of questions
In the middle of the descent stupid wheel
This lesson is exactly made to last.
In the trunk there is now a fifth wheel.

I will never forget loyalty shoe
In my 15 prince on a white horse disappeared
In torn jeans it was cool to drive a bike
Girls are now dreaming of a boy on the iron

(Well, I'm certainly not in the literal sense, you know)

I bought the car, Mom drip karvalol me
We will remember this kind of track,
matershiny all the words on the fence
Slow down the goat-type stuff
I leave for you eeey

Ponte about one iron horse
Iron than that of a goat which you bought rights
and the woman behind the wheel like a woman at the microphone
crossed himself, and mind you I caught on the way

recently guy on the foreign cars
the girl behind the wheel raised his baritone and ...
- I care about you you better ezzhaj sledging
But here, you instantly give odds alpha female

If you want to find her avtopristanische
Do not float all day comrades brains
buddies neighbors uncles and aunts from the forum
I know the place, and it's anyone can give a head start

And I do not come to lie, and the truth Verbs
autorun is real store the numbers
July 5 three zeros again 5
It's time to live on the pedal and rush