First Verse
We were living at my place.
He didn't pull his share on bills or food.
Well, in short, he hasn't got a clue
And always in a shitty mood.
Chorus:
Do me a tattoo, do me a tattoo on my brows.
Tattoo artist, do me a tattoo on my brows
In memory of a great love,
So that my gaze became more dour.
Do me a tattoo!!! Do me a tattoo!!!
Second Verse:
He was blabbing and had strange views.
And always poking in the kitchen, twit.
He was mixing vodka with the juice.
And loved Real Madrid.
Chorus:
Third Verse:
The bass is playing,
Playing solo,
Later we'll sing as soon as she tattooed her brows.
Give us a fight, yeah , finish talking, yeah
Tell us your story
Beautiful Florida.
Fourth Verse:
And than he rushed to be free.
On the way he jumped off.
A daughter Olya he left for me.
And under the door mat the key.
Chorus: X2