Pour me whiskey, my old friend
Sing about letters, sand
I still want her by my side
From these dreams I fucking hide
Chorus:
Love her, bastards, love and hate
She's the one I'd love to date
Love her, cry, and drink, and hate
She's my ex- and she's my fate
All my friends keep telling me
"You, old sucker, can't you see
All those babes you could have had"
But I like that I am mad!
Chorus
This insanity is fine
I still hope that she'll be mine
And I drink and sing all day
Oh, ginger hair, eyes o'blue-gray.
Chorus.
Her eyes are blue-gray.
Eyes of Blue-Gray
© Copyright: Иван Кунташов, 2014
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