nickrasoft - I love her (raw) мартовская=) | Текст песни

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Refrain:

I love her, man; she’s like a hot flame
Or may be cold rain, she has hurt me,
And I’ve got pain, having no dirty aim,
I feel like ‘God, Damn’, ‘cause sense is not plain.

Verse 1:

She loves a ballet; she loves white chocolate valleys,
She dreams of chalet, but lives among town narrow alleys.
She drinks no Baileys, just cup of herbal white tea daily,
She’s not in A-lists; I used to call her Insane Nellie.
She’s pretty feminine, came from an intelligent family,
Living in a tenement, she’s never dealt with the famine.
She cares of ambient, a’int listen to rap except Eminem, -
This is so relevant, ‘cause music is her main element.
She sings in theatre, and I admire her voice,
It would be better, she’d never scare and run from the boys.
Apart from matter, she lives like in the world of toys,
And every letter I get is penetrated with ploys.
She’s amazing… On a real, I’m chasing,
She’s lazy… And I feel she’s crazy.
She’s prompt… And I’m too eager,
When she’s in front – I can’t resist her figure.

Refrain:

I love her, man; she’s like a hot flame
Or may be cold rain, she has hurt me,
And I’ve got pain, having no dirty aim,
I feel like ‘God, Damn’, ‘cause sense is not plain.


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