Текст песни М. Круг - Трутся возле бюста

Interests your restaurant and bed
How chic, what the hell?
And I'll tell you a cheap whore
And besides, is not the first grade

Rub near the bust, drunken eyes devouring | Am Dm
Called Lyalya, pressed closer to knowing that then leave | E Am
By taxi to take away the morning somewhere in the general lay bed | A Dm GCE
You Taps eyes seemed to blame, that she was tired and wanted to sleep. | Am Dm E Am

And for a long time become boring smell unfamiliar hands
Woman in bed, cigarette butts on the table, next to the new drunk friend
But morning comes again popleteshsya evening call waiting
Name shall be called again girlfriend as glide hand to his chest.

With harsh words alternates kindness drunk
Pour into a mug over the edge and through the lips erased brink
Drinks with a hangover eagerly wiping her lips and you pour the remains
And entered into the habit of your life without this balance, all pass.

Girl cheats rub in front of tables
But bummer in the country torn mattresses and free no corners
It is not clear who will smile in the morning adjusting its hem
Whether a stranger, or a prostitute, waste house.
After you have seen the beauty of every evening here with a new guy | A Dm GCE
Smiling drunkenly falls on the shoulders, as if it has long been familiar | Am Dm E Am

But once in school you studied at fine | Am Dm
And now you live with provinces. | E Am