"And now the blind girl will read
A poem that she wrote herself!
Come on guys, throw away the weed,
She's blind, but she still can smell.
I promise, it won't take too long,
You can make faces, but be quiet.
Pretend, she's doing nothing wrong
And when to clap, I'll make a sign.
(Oh, she's coming) Here sweety.
Would you prefer to grab my arm?
I didn't know you are so pretty!..
(She looks like she came from a barn!
Oh, God! Her make-up... And her hair!...
I wonder if she is insane?)
Right here hunny is the chair,
No, they don't laugh, they're glad you came!
(It's 20 minutes... 30... 50...
How can I stop her?! Give a tip!!!
The guests are gone, just one is sitting
And just because she fall asleep.
She finished idiotic story!)
Hun, let me lead you to the gates!
No-no, this lady isn't snoring,
She's sobbing, cause it was so great!
I liked, but it was like a riddle,
For instance, can you tell me why
Somewhere closer to the middle
You said a horse had rode a guy?
And I don't want to sound rude,
But I assume you've never seen...
Oh, whores? You mean like prostitutes?
(I threw her papers in the bin)
No-no, your accent isn't bad,
When did you say you moved to States?
Oh really? I can tell you that...
(And we approached exit gates.)
Here is the taxi, let me help
I'm almost sure you have won!
(Please, taxist, drive her to the hell!
I can't believe that she is gone!)"
A poem that she wrote herself!
Come on guys, throw away the weed,
She's blind, but she still can smell.
I promise, it won't take too long,
You can make faces, but be quiet.
Pretend, she's doing nothing wrong
And when to clap, I'll make a sign.
(Oh, she's coming) Here sweety.
Would you prefer to grab my arm?
I didn't know you are so pretty!..
(She looks like she came from a barn!
Oh, God! Her make-up... And her hair!...
I wonder if she is insane?)
Right here hunny is the chair,
No, they don't laugh, they're glad you came!
(It's 20 minutes... 30... 50...
How can I stop her?! Give a tip!!!
The guests are gone, just one is sitting
And just because she fall asleep.
She finished idiotic story!)
Hun, let me lead you to the gates!
No-no, this lady isn't snoring,
She's sobbing, cause it was so great!
I liked, but it was like a riddle,
For instance, can you tell me why
Somewhere closer to the middle
You said a horse had rode a guy?
And I don't want to sound rude,
But I assume you've never seen...
Oh, whores? You mean like prostitutes?
(I threw her papers in the bin)
No-no, your accent isn't bad,
When did you say you moved to States?
Oh really? I can tell you that...
(And we approached exit gates.)
Here is the taxi, let me help
I'm almost sure you have won!
(Please, taxist, drive her to the hell!
I can't believe that she is gone!)"