If to sleep you took me to your bed
You should have told me
Not to reserve the desire
And not to get excited with a poor bug
To sleep I have a bed
Bigger
Warmer
You do not use your blanks
You do not shoot anything
Poor Pistol
Every night I spent hoping
Dreaming alone while your snoring
Poor Pistol, you do not shoot anything
Nor from time to time
Are you hearing me, useless?
How ungrateful was the nature with you!
Do not walk around presuming
You are very hot
Pure story and promises not to be fulfilled
You cannot stand anything
My sleeping beauty
Every night I spent hoping
Dreaming alone while your snoring
Poor Pistol, you do not shoot anything
Not from time to time