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Она способна разглядеть Четыре спутника за минуту. И найти четырехлистный клевер Там, где вообще не бывает цветов. Она привычно парадоксальна, Параллельно перпендикулярна. Босиком, в ночной рубашке, Она танцует под дождем, От заката до заката, Она словно смывает свою боль. И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая, Чертовски неотразимая, Не любить ее просто нереально. Она - мое основное чувство, Пир во время чумы, Но какое это имеет значение, Ведь поймать ее невозможно. Она действительно может быть удобной, Подобно домовенкам, которые готовят кушать. Она может закатить истерику, Но не настолько, чтобы сорваться. Она как конспект нужных качеств, Море энергетики. В прозрачном пеньюаре, Босиком, она танцует под дождем, От заката до заката, Она словно смывает свою боль. И она прекрасная, непредсказуемая, Чертовски неотразимая, Не любить ее просто нереально. Она - мое основное чувство, Пир во время чумы, Но какое это имеет значение, Это не обсуждается She can see about four satellites Every minute of the hour And find a four leaf clover Where you never saw a flower She's habitually paradoxical, A parallel perpendicular Barefoot in nightgowns, That's how she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's impossible to bait her She can really be a handful like the brownies that she bakes you It can be a tad hysterical, But never quite the breakthrough She's some kind of an epitome, The sea of intranquility In flimsy nightgowns, Barefoot she dances in the rain Sundown to sundown, Like she was washing 'way her pain As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her She is my common sense, revels on decadence But what's the difference, it's an impossible debate |
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She is able to see
Four satellites per minute.
And find a four leaf clover
Where there are no flowers at all.
She is habitually paradoxical
Parallel perpendicular.
Barefoot, in a nightdress,
She dances in the rain
From dusk to dusk,
She as if washes away her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn compelling
Not loving her is simply unrealistic.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter
After all, it is impossible to catch it.
She can really be comfortable
Like the housewives who prepare to eat.
She can throw a tantrum,
But not enough to break.
It is like a synopsis of the necessary qualities.
Sea of energy.
In a transparent peignoir,
Barefoot, she dances in the rain,
From dusk to dusk,
She as if washes away her pain.
And she is beautiful, unpredictable,
Damn compelling
Not loving her is simply unrealistic.
She is my main feeling
Feast in Time of Plague,
But what does it matter
This is not discussed.
She can see about four satellites
Every minute of the hour
And find a four leaf clover
Where you never saw a flower
She's habitually paradoxical,
A parallel perpendicular
Barefoot in nightgowns,
That's how she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing her way
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense revels on decadence
But whats the difference, it's impossible to bait her
She can really be a handful
like the brownies that she bakes you
It can be a tad hysterical,
But never quite the breakthrough
She's some kind of an epitome,
The sea of intranquility
In flimsy nightgowns,
Barefoot she dances in the rain
Sundown to sundown,
Like she was washing her way
As she is beautiful, she's unpredictable
Damned irresistible, is it plausible to hate her
She is my common sense revels on decadence
But whats the difference?
