Текст песни поющие трусы - Пластический хирург

Maybe I'm fat fat cow
And no one looks at me.
Maybe I wanted out of life too much,
But I still love myself

I need it ... he's ... not a boor and a dude
This shit here at least a dime a dozen.
I need not Mickey Rurg nor Slava Vakarchuk,
A simple plastic surgeon.

Transplanted skin with assholes on the face,
Move to the right left egg,
Align the legs, chest and puff -
Will I be pretty, but not "something"!

I love bread, I'm eating candy
In another, I do not like to live.
Nonsense, all these fitness, diet -
I'm saving up for surgery

I need it ... he's ... not a boor and a dude
This shit here at least a dime a dozen.
I need not Mickey Rurg nor Slava Vakarchuk,
A simple plastic surgeon.

Transplanted skin with assholes on the face,
Move to the right left egg,
Align the legs, chest and puff -
Will I be pretty, but not "something"!

Transplanted skin with assholes on the face,
Move to the right left egg,
Align the legs, chest and puff -
Will I be pretty, not that dick ...