Like sea salt, like pain in the heart
That guy on the sand of the beach
He is lying beside you and clings
At your sign, not from heaven, after all
And from my file "Cytronet"
Not like the one next to you - nothing but cool
Mrs
We were written
We were written
We were written
Before this gentleman sat down ...
If I wanted to, I would have muscles
Like the man from the blanket next to you
Your taste hurts, yes!
After all, I also know how to rub cream
For I have rubbed him four days in you
Now your back is still rubbing
Mrs
We were written
We were written
We were written
Before this gentleman sat down ...
Lady wants "Cytronets"
Because the gentleman finally left the blanket
But too late, unfortunately
Rub the "Nivea" cream into another!
Now lady
He says we're written
Perfectly matched in pair
My fire is dynamite
The lady listens to:
A bit out of time, your repentance
A bit out of time, your repentance
Laughing ear to ear
Jędruś Zaucha wishes you good luck!