Автор: Mr. Strange

Не криви улыбку, руки теребя, — Я люблю другую, только не тебя. Ты сама ведь знаешь, знаешь хорошо — Не

Because you know I’m all about that bass ‘Bout that bass, no treble I’m all about that bass ‘Bout that

When you stop seeing beauty You start growing old The lines on your face Are a map to your soul

Here today, gone tomorrow Crack the bone, get to the marrow To be a bee and the flower Before the

I was walking down the street when out the corner of my eye I saw a pretty little thing approaching

On the fifth day of May she was breaking away When the moon came and sat on your shoulder She

Далеко-далеко от меня Кто-то весело песню поет. И хотел бы провторить ей я, Да разбитая грудь не дает. Тщетно рвется

Gravity is not pulling me I won’t be a picture with no sign Decaying I’m praying You are my abbot

Nothing worth taking so I never really took Nothing was shaking but baby you really shook No one was waking