Somehow, I was never the type who was around Crowds pack and preferred rather to stand aside Because even though I did not know never spells on mucus in step Some of them flew to a whore gleam in her eye Is nonsense, which they write in the boxes The wise heads in a women's monthlies I have read about how love is in the textbooks From the Kama Sutra, or other such periodicals Want romance? For you I will fuck knows what Tomorrow night, when again I did not tear off movie I'll be a knight, if not already pissed off and There'll land somewhere in the city in a club with someone Who also likes to drink, I know this world is strange Glory passes away, the girls have in the ass scars That's why I still think a dick, so my instinct tells me But today often saves me my charm