Текст песни маленького роста метр девяносто - По росту

To me the growth meter sixty-three (three)
The weight is less sympathetic,
But you do not look.
The pockets greenbacks yes mowers
I've always said Dad, "Money does not litter!"
And I did not littered - I for cleanliness
In this, always take a shovel
The one that sharper
Life on the edge
And you is flipping the channels, TV.
I'm the guy no matter where
Someone beautiful and
Someone just crazy, can not stand.
And you can not stand no nonsense
Especially the fact
What can not carry.
It is better you do not hump
It's not beautiful
It is ridiculous from the outside, but is no longer beautiful.
I myself no longer able to
Carry a talent
Would a decent person
I would have given it

Would a decent person
I would not be spared,
What I threw him so many important things.
We must make sure that no one got out of their
and that in your pocket has always been clear for two.
Every morning in sweat pants, on the bar
Always have his belt, so as not to be easier
There are no salaries, output and employment record.
It was only a private matter in sledaka under his arm.
Escort, warm, drink, sing.
Float whip
Sit-third
Quit for good
Three to five
Mom me give birth to Kupala on his chest.
Back home, embrace and shower
At home, I son, at home I have a husband.
Take a look at everything from a height
I simply
I then increasing meter ninety.