Текст песни Сергей Трофимов - Салонный романс

They say in love stories

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The foreword is akin to boasting.

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So I suggested from the theory

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Go, so to speak, to nature.

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Electricity passed between us

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And the libido leaped cunningly

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But, who knew that in distant girlhood

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You threw a core at a range.

Oh, what a fool you really are.

All you need to eat, pamper.

How did you smash the countertop!

How I destroyed the bed!

Your caresses like a hydraulic press

My seventh rib was broken

Who knew that in distant girlhood

You threw a core at a range.

But when did you decide on the main thing

And tore off the last cover

I managed to sneak between the sofas

And out of the window without a pair of panties

How bitter it is that the cult of a rude personality

Good wins today

Who knew that in distant girlhood

You threw a core at a range.