He loves, he doesn't love, he'll press it to his heart, he'll send it to hell
And I can do it like this, and you can do it like this
I'll braid my braid and all the sailors will follow me, striped style is always in fashion
A girl in a long dress and high-heeled shoes gently walks into a room with a wooden floor and books and fruits scattered on it on it
I climbed on the bed in my shoes and covered myself with a newspaper
Let's take a ride through Paris at night, my friend
The texture is so gentle that you want to touch it