LYRICS

I’m in love with a model,
blond, leggy fan,
walk with transparent blouse
and loves me jounce.

Oh, my Lord comes to sing,
if I’m with her, as with her.
Our love is blind, but
smell my sock.

Chorus:
Why, why my feet smell?
Why, why leave it poor?
What I was guilty brother,
wherefore izdayno aromatche? / 2

Do my feet smell, along
me breathe hard,
but it’s no big catastrophe or drama.
If it does not tolerate me,
best to be exported.
it will meet woman and I
with smelling feet-a.

Chorus:
Why, why smell my feet?
Why, why leave it poor?
What I am guilty was brother,
wherefore izdayno aromatche? / 2

Chorus:
Why, why smell my feet?
Why, why leave it poor?
What I was guilty brother,
wherefore izdayno aromatche? / 4