LYRICS

The hand on the steering wheel, hair scattered,
and sexy shirt unbuttoned.
In my heart, drive, Whipper riding,
and everything provoke me.

Chorus: (x2)
Kav you was? You do not have any complexes,
you just do not duplicate.
And whats that way to damn sexy,
that the way you make me angry?

a practiced smile, negligence underlined,
you call prohibition.
I love your way, being ambiguous, confused
to task.

Kav you, man? You do not have any complexes,
you just do not duplicate.
And whats that (huh) to damn sexy,
that the way you make me angry?

Chorus:

Kav you was? You do not have any complexes,
you just do not duplicate.
Well whats that, it’s damn sexy,
right and me make me angry?

Kav you was? Come on, Begaj!
And whats that way to damn sexy,
that the way you make me angry?