He came to me when I was fine,
He sad some words and told me "Bye".
I was bad some minutes late
Cause that boy was not well-bred.
Ill-bred boy
I am in a high spirit now,
I have a good frame of mind
But I meet him again
And I"m not very glad.
He"s ill-bred boy
He knows some four-letters words,
His shame is really lost.
I know and I always say
That he will be in somebody"s way
Cause he is bad,
He"s ill-bred boy!
Ill-bred boy
Ill-bred boy
Ill-bred Boy
© Copyright: Сергей Осипов, 2001
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