A keresés eredménye

in the principal's office

You are my first September
You highly spirt smelly
Forgotten marker pen
Despite teacher's attempts to separate us
We still sitting together at the desk
Mum will say that's wrong
For she we are just friends
Everyone talk behind back
That you influence on me bad
very bad
And your hands smell like snuff
But nothing warms me better then it
Black blink
of your nails
I am falling in love harder
 
In the principal's office
I kiss you to spite them
All teachers are screaming
Maybe tomorrow we will be expelled
In the principal's office
I kiss you to spite them
Tommorow it will be in the internet
Say hello to mother
 
On the excursion we will run away
And stroll in the empty forest
 
I'm really obsessed with you
You are my pale soft-grunge princess
I will write in blood compliment on the mirror
I remember warm of your hair
And your hastily putted-on bluse
Big bag and bunch of roses
You aren't a girl, you are an art.
Gym shines by flame
They will answer us
 
In the principal's office
I kiss you to spite them
All teachers are
screaming
Maybe tomorrow we will
be expelled
In the principal's office
I kiss you to spite them
Tommorow it will be in the internet
Say hello to mother
Hello
Hello
Hello
 
All teachers
are screaming
Maybe tommorow we will be expelled
 

If he beats you, means he loves you

I love it so much when you humiliate me,
When in front of your friends
You say that we aren't even a couple.
And you're standing next to another girl
And you're standing next to another girl
I love it so much when with a subtle hint
With your tongue as sharp as a knife,
You say, patronizingly,
That today I am dressed like a hobo
That today I am dressed like a hobo
 
If he beats you, means he loves you, and you're not lucky, -
I'll violently answer to you, you mean people,
If he beats you, means he loves you, and the bruises aren't a big deal.
He smokes inside of the apartment - my love, he's cool.
My love, he's cool.
 
If he beats you, means he loves you, and you're not lucky, -
I'll violently answer to you, you mean people,
If he beats you, means he loves you, and the bruises aren't a big deal.
He smokes inside of the apartment - my love, he's cool.
My love, he's cool.
 
I love so much your tender hands, my sweetheart,
I love them day and night,
When with a particular force
They were tightening around my throat
They were tightening around my throat
I love so much that crazy fire in your smile,
You shined it on me for many times,
And for the smallest mistake
You'd turn the heat up on the stove
You'd turn the heat up on the stove.
All my girlfriends are worried for me,
They tell me to leave you,
They're just jealous idiots,
How is it possible to leave your love
How is it possible to leave your love.
 
If he beats you, means he loves you, and you're not lucky, -
I'll violently answer to you, you mean people,
If he beats you, means he loves you, and the bruises aren't a big deal.
He smokes inside of the apartment - my love, he's cool.
My love, he's cool.
 
If he beats you, means he loves you, and you're not lucky, -
I'll violently answer to you, you mean people,
If he beats you, means he loves you, and the bruises aren't a big deal.
He smokes inside of the apartment - my love, he's cool.
My love, he's cool.