MIKAYA, BOMBAY - ЗАБЭДБОИЛ
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Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)

Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)

You sleep and see me sleeping next to you
And in the dialogue you can only hear “I love you”
You fly your hands towards me, but I don’t catch them
What kind of lemon is on the face, hear theraflu

Don't boil
And don’t tremble, you’re like a leaf in the wind
Don't call, like Gosh, I'm crying
I'm flying past
You look at the bumper and hear (woo woo woo woo)
It's all a dream baby and not naive

I take her aim, she dances like Duracell
There are thousands of people here, it’s like I’m going to Splinter Sal
Not bad when you're high, but your mind is basically intact
I saw her and stood up, but realized that she was a fool and sat down

Forgot you before I remembered you
Forgot you even before I buried myself
I forgot you, as usual I forget passwords
Forgot you, put you with Follens and Motorola

Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)

Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)

Vanya, I beg you, sing me something
I hear it and smears like a schoolgirl
She doesn't want to, she just prays (please)

That my heart will rip open
This recent schoolgirl
Looks like he'll get away with it anyway
There's a whole cavalry under the hood
But he won't see my face

He wants to go with me away from everyone to the Canary Islands
Lying on me under the sun, on a catamaran
He wants to bring me breakfast to bed early in the morning
But Cupid missed and I'm just wounded

I know you are beautiful and you suit me
You lie beautifully, you walk beautifully
Always dressed in minced meat and clothes in the latest fashion
The only problem is that you're singular

You wanted my kiss, I think a glance is enough
You wanted my... rap, hmm, don't
You are gone and someone else's lipstick is on my neck,
Threw you and a hand grenade exploded

Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)

Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)
Bad boy (bad boy), bad boy (bad boy)