ПЛОХИЕ РУКИ - NASCAR
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For her, it's NASCAR racing.
She wears two grams in her socks.
Speed ​​is her element.
To keep things interesting, she'll do anything.
She'll become someone's toy, blow up a plane.
She'll burn all your documents, invent a new name.
She's not right in her mind.
She's beautiful.
She won't come to your house.
Because you're a piece of dumb meat.
Try living like her.
And you'll hardly survive until the morning.
She's not right in her mind.
She's beautiful.
She won't come to your house.
Because you're a piece of dumb meat.
You don't need that kind of speed.
You won't survive NASCAR racing.
And you'll say she's not right in her mind.
She'd like soft walls, the peace of a hospital.
But she's already speeding away from you with a stranger in a car.
She doesn't care how you remember her.
Everyone around her is a stranger.
She's not right in her mind.
She She's beautiful
She won't come to your house
Because you're a piece of dumb meat
Try living like her
And you'll hardly survive until morning
She's not in her right mind
She's beautiful
She won't come to your house
Because you're a piece of dumb meat
You don't need that kind of speed
You won't survive a NASCAR race