Текст песни Mylene Farmer - Пусть они будут нежными

Hey, man,
In your oblique view
There's nothing prurient.
Your mother you too much flogged
What do you prefer the back part of the body -
This is not a perversion
And your baby is not angry at you.

Your Kama Sutra
A hundred years
God, as it is outdated,
But the best
In these circumstances -
This love both sides

Your Majesty
Will not budge
Without his little paw
I forever - your
The only pupil
To pay for everything.

You and your friend and say ohaesh,
Hiding behind their work
When my little pants,
I rented,
Turning back to you,
Not losing courage
Bare your obsession

You persist in that
What do you give a damn about anything
But let them be gentle.
From the poet you only moon in the head
And my charms you hit the spot.
You persist in that
What do you give a damn about anything
But let them be gentle.
By esthete you have kept a & quot; look silly & quot;
Everything is fine if it's rear view.

OK.!
Eh prose, poetry,
All this is just an excuse.
No need to apologize.
Neither muse or nymph,
And my little buttocks
Inspired by you forever.
I moan and ahayu,
I never get tired
From the love of crazy.
Youth and in fact created
To make nonsense
Why this way?

You persist in that
What do you give a damn about anything
But let them be gentle.
From the poet you only moon in the head,
And my charms you hit the spot.
You persist in that
What do you give a damn about anything
But let them be gentle.
By esthete you have kept a & quot; look silly & quot;
Everything is fine if it's rear view.