She has a kind of disgust
To all the guys
With pretty eyes.
The strength of her belief
Gives life relief.
And I watch her playing piano
She throw around cunning glances
Redhead with curls and glare
Her voice make it clear...
She's pure wisdom,
Pure fox.
She's absolutely virgin
Being dirty.
She always has something to say in songs,
And always finds traps for fools
To love her.
For her enough to have a piano
Nothing can be obstacle for love...
She's making love with wooden beings, pianos,
They're perfect creatures, lovers, friends.
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© Copyright: Оксана Крамарева, 2008
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