STIL RYDER - Мама, я педофил - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

You look into my eyes, I appreciated the neckline, I don’t care what you say, the content doesn’t matter to me.

Another glass - our friendship will gain momentum,

I'm already your lover, boyfriend, whatever!

Her excellent ass does not move, but flutters,

The point here is not that our lady is a little drunk. Her lips are as sweet as the sweetest cotton candy,

Its aroma is more disruptive than any blunts. We'll catch a taxi, we'll go to your place, I'll come in, close it,

No longer small - to hell with the fucking tea!

Now we're better off alone, don't talk...

It doesn’t matter where I take you - baby we’re on fire. Tomorrow I'm unlikely to remember your name,

This night, in a good way, miss, was like maleria!

I'm leaving, sorry, I stumbled over some everyday life, I understand how I got into trouble, because it was a diary!

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I hope this is a prank, but no applause, She’s not even 17, your mother, she’s not 16! God, this is not a dream, damn it, she’s not wearing panties, Mom, I’m a pedophile, among thousands of cutlasses!