If there's chance to catch a bullet,
Do, what I haven't done before,
There's next-door girl called Juliet,
Only one, I'd do it for.
Mind is shut, when she is crying,
Blood 'comes white, seeing her smile,
And I always will be trying
Reach her hand and hold for a while.
And no matter how embarresed,
Or how frightened I'll become,
I will say "I love" in Paris,
With a golden ring to come.
All the feelings, shown in lyrics
Are so white, like shiny snow,
But one thing is so satiric:
I'm afraid, she doesn't know.
The girl next door
© Copyright: Петровский Александр, 2010
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