Spring has come, the birds are singing on the street
And I have a problem - they don't give me chicks.
And every day I lose hope for sex
And he even learned to iron his own clothes.
I have a friend, he jerks off a lot
He is straight, like Daria Dontsova scribbles her novels
And on a starry night, drinking green tea
This is how men live, shaking their hands with a jerk.
I don't go on dates, I'm afraid of girls.
When they hug me, I piss in panties.
And because of this, I am very sad,
But when I grow up, I will avenge all the heifers.
And if you're going on a date with a chick
Be nice, kind, smile, give her flowers
But don't eat sausages before leaving the house,
Just wash your hat and put on clean panties.
We sang you a song that makes men cry,
As at night they drink valerian and smear wrinkles with cream.
After all, if a woman builds a daring bitch from herself,
Come back home and in your soul remember your hand.
After all, the hand will not betray and will never throw.
At any difficult moment, she will embrace.
And all men have known for a very long time
The hand is always a goddess, not a log!
Don't think bad, dear friends
After all, anonism is bespontov and you can't live without a woman.
But if heifers don't give, and whores can't afford it,
Do not hesitate to distort your bolt carrier.
