This is nonsense, in short, simply: "Non Stop".
I'll rewind to the beginning and start in order.
We met in the tea room, making an order for unsweetened tea.
Oh, the next day at the same place.,
Oh, the next day we kissed in her driveway.
I spent more time with her than
Players in Cs, Vk computer worm.
Surprised, it's not body-builder, not blond, like the Basques.
I just rap and play basket, and it's cool.
Evening, at her home, background Nina Simone.
She let her hair down and hung the balcony window.
What about us? We're still so young.
And what happened next, I'll skip. - What?"I just gave my word.
Shut up, don't say anything, listen.,
We are familiar, No more, fate is decided by chance.
Why is Cupid such a good Archer?
Between the two of us No Love for us so it will be better.
I used to text her in poetry, like,:
"I just need you and without you any way", but it rhymes.
She liked it, couldn't help but notice.,
She loved ice cream as much as children.
I copied them into a notebook and read them again.
Not surprised - "hoo", because the girls want us to do.
At the meeting of her friend I was closely examined.
It looked funnier than any season of the Simpsons.
And one blabbed to me somehow by accident,
That she reads them in public in our teahouse.
Filmed it on video and it seems to be okay,
But it was accompanied by our photos and a link to the author.
I haven't talked to her for a long time, good-bye, Toodle-loo,
And her gaze was dumber than Seeds Lobanov.
What do you like to brag about, respect?
Stop making excuses, you know, he's gone..
Here's the story, it's Room Recordz. I wish nothing of the kind to anyone.