O, girl, I like your greasy smile,
I like you look at me that way,…
But can you wait me for a while?
I haven’t finished yet my play.
I see you, poor and weakest liar,
I even know, what you will say,
But… wait a minute: I’m tired,…
What’s better – quickly run away.
Girl
© Copyright: Артем Ковалев, 2009
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