*Молодость проходит, когда друзья перестают говорить,
что ты помешен на сексе*
Another night without a choice,
Again I hear your charming voice,
Again I’ll be one of your toys.
They tell me you are very bad,
But that is why I love you, lad.
So come on, prove it in my bed.
You act as never feeling shy,
You seem to be a fetching guy,
You feel I know that’s a lie.
Don’t be afraid, I won’t tell dad
About what drives his cad so mad.
Just make it louder on the rad.
Yes, I’m your satisfaction tool.
But you forget the leading rule –
I’m the coolest, you’re cool.
The one, that dies the last, is Hope.
I am a dealer – you’re a dope.
You are a climber, I’m a rope.
And if you sink in sin, my boy,
I’ll think to buoy or not to buoy.
Good-bye, my favorite puppet toy!
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© Copyright: Евгений Логинов, 2012
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