Not cold beer,
pour shots
She likes turbofolk
I wear Chuck Taylors
But babe would like me to wear pointed shoes
She likes turbofolk,
turbofolk, turbofolk
She likes turbofolk
I call her at 7 AM
She answers the phone
Babe, where were you last night?
Did you get drunk again?
So that's how my babe breaks every weekend
In the morning when I sleep, her high heels wake me up
She says, says, says "Kiss me, you fool"
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In her car, it plays...
In her car, it plays...
In her car, it plays...
She says "Kiss me, you fool"!
She's so funny
She's such a spectacle
but when she's done with it, then she goes to debacle
She likes clubs, craziness and similar
because it's always craziness and similar with her outside
She doesn't follow [Lady] Gaga, Beyoncé or Rihanna,
but she listens to Seka, Dragana and Jana
She has a few messages, one of them is that she loves me
even when her cell phone is ringing
She isn't a lady, but she's such a city chick
She doesn't go home first, she's not that kind of girl
Let some jerk calculate how much damage she made
because when she breaks it, she breaks it to the utmost
Little, little sorrow
then little, little pain
She doesn't take hundred, she climbs on the table
so it isn't important is she fancy or shit
It's important that we're together and let it boom only
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My babe every weekend meets bar closure,
but I wait for her solo at home like an idiot
She doesn't stop ringing on my door to let her in
Until the morning she was at every café in the Balkans
She booms whole night, she doesn't feel like going home yet
She pours [shots] until she has some, babe breaks it
She would fail at music test,
but tables are broken when her thing is on
She doesn't have a clue who are the Peppers and the Stones,
and the Doors don't mean anything to her
Although it's like that, my babe rules
and while she kisses me slowly, she turns it on
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