She is an expert of simple, but proven schemes,
She is an expert in conversations about anything and anyone
And hopelessly alone, even though he says:
"I do not miss the Gucci bag for some kind of life."
But there is no shortcomings, a solid huge plus,
And someone must appreciate her exquisite taste,
As well as style and chic, because even in terrible dreams
She runs from Freddie Kruger on ... heels.
She watches everything, and looks, and holds on a fluff,
She has a hunt season, not toy games.
Ready to disrupt (oh!) Detic Kush,
She watches everything, looks. Eyes like traps.
Everything looks and looks, watching the prey,
Tensely and diligently, but within the limits.
Inspired well, frank nonsense,
She watches everything, looks, looks,
Eyes like traps.
She is a bis player and deftly catches the moment,
When the bait will eat the next client,
And she just needs a caring husband,
Dreams in secret to be like home club.
She is almost an ideal, perhaps too,
Not just a persistent mascara, and one hundred percent glamor,
Advertising shield and miracle as good
Slightly crown taught, but wicked.
She watches everything, and looks, and holds on a fluff,
She has a hunt season, do not interfere, girlfriends.
Ready to disrupt (oh!) Detic Kush,
She watches everything, looks. Eyes like traps.
Everything looks and looks, watching the prey,
Tensely and diligently, but within the limits.
Inspired well, frank nonsense,
She watches everything, looks, looks,
Eyes like traps.
