PALADDY - Лаванда
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Na-na

Na-na

Na-na-na

Ooh-oh

Ooh-oh

Ooh-oh

Ooh-oh

Ooh-oh

Ooh-oh

And I'm trying to forget her

I think it was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive lingerie

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're an oligarch's wife, no

Yes, I'm trying to forget her

I think it was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive lingerie

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're an oligarch's wife, no

Yes, I'm trying to forget her

So as not to become someone's shadow

Work for 24 hours

My answer to laziness

Friends warm me here

Good money warms me here

But, it seems in my soul

Any movement has long since died out

Yes, I'm trying to forget her

I think there was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive underwear

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're the wife of an oligarch, no

Yes, I'm trying to forget her

I think there was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive underwear

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're the wife of an oligarch, no

no

Drink to the bottom, I'm different here

And it seems the world is inside out (a-a)

What the fuck, in any pub

I see you as a waitress, (a-a)

Don't forget, in your hand

The fire is burning, shining brightly, (a-a)

I don't understand, I don't give a fuck about it all

Yeah, I'll spend all my money on music

Music, music, music, music (music)

Fuck fame, I want you to take off your panties (panties)

Work on stage until I melt, you let me in (let me in)

Let's drink until the morning - I know right now that we'll let go (that we'll let go)

Yeah, I'm trying to forget her

I think it was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive lingerie

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're the wife of an oligarch, no

Yes, I'm trying to forget her

I think it was lavender

I remember lipstick, Dior perfume

A Carhartt bag on my hand

I would buy you your plane

Dress you in expensive lingerie

But you won't accept gifts

After all, you're the wife of an oligarch, no