High heels and legs like arrows
She could do all with those
I was ready for her to pay my head
She burnt me, I can not stop burning
I burn from her touches
Ref.
It smells like Belgrade on your lips
And the white dress howling in black
It smells like Belgrade on your lips
Hey, none of you is on your knees!
Black shoes covered in asphalt
No pardons and the dead walkings
She extracts truth from every lie
Manners is expensive, one look for the bribe
Everybody must be in love with her!