She looked up, up, into a tree house so gray
Saw a poor stuck fool – Prince Charming he was no way
But she gave him a chance
And today they dance
While whispering to each other – обичам те
I’m the poor idiot that was stuck in that tree house gray
From old broken love, I just could not get away
Ah but her laugh and her smile
It did not take me a while
And from my heart burst forth обичам те
Now how does an old Irish fool know обичам те?
It’s not Gaelic or English, absolutely no way!
Her talent at teaching,
Kissing and Love preaching
Just caused him to know the old Bulgarian foreplay.
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