Sandy, Sandy...
Eatin’ candies,
Walkin’ around,
Talkin’ about
Nothin’ at all.
My poor soul,
It likes to sin.
The simple thing -
I’m in love.
My poor life,
It’s gonna broke.
This poison smoke,
It’s all around.
Once i have found
You, my sweet...
Oh, holy shit...
I can’t...
But, please,
Don’t go away...
I’m sure,
You will...
I’m sure, you’ll stay...
But i were wrong.
Now i’m alone...
Sittin’ here
I can hear
Your loud voice...
You had no choice.
I know it, but,
You, little slut,
I wonder if you understood!..
You didn’t? Oh, it’s pretty good!..
Well, you must know,
I had to show
You everything!
The simple thing -
I were in love!
So, that’s enough...
I can’t
Forget you...
Go away!
Don’t sure,
You will...
But sure, you’ll stay...
Sandy, Sandy
© Copyright: Анна Алтухова, 2008
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