I'll tell you one story, but without details,
I don't have enough time to flatter the dance with you.
You can put a lyric chorus here, like about love.
About how I met this girl on my way.
I don't think about her forever, but still that evening
Friday Something has moved in, and now as a meeting
her, I will only see her smile, into infinity
the acceleration of the heart rate goes away.
We walked along night roads, or evening ones, but not together.
I remember the song, I have never heard a more charming voice since then.
Every local knows the track "Do You Know" - this is Maxim.
I do not know why I could not approach her then.
A week later, exactly, at about the same time
with the aim of all understandable in search, I went into the city.
You won't believe, I found it, but I regretted it
that he came up, because she no longer cares about me.
However, later he got to know her better.
Until now, I do not see empty seats next to her.
She's Maggie from HIMYM, me, Ted Mosby, waiting for "Window".
I come - again by, I remain a fool again.
The coolest thing that hooked me about her was kindness.
She is my sex symbol, she is given beauty by nature.
Friendly, simple enough to communicate.
Mila, like an Angel, and like "La Gioconda" is mysterious.
I'm not expressing love here, but sympathy
which she, by the way, is always dynamite after all.
I don't consider this song my own confession.
These are my thoughts in the subconscious of wandering.