In desert street I walk with you
For Somewhere I don’t know we go
And I am smoke, and you are eating sweets
And lights are shining too long time
You ask me go to cinema
And I want you with me go to cafe, of course
M-m-m, girl in the eight cla-a-a-as
M-m-m
You told me that you got an ”F”
On geo lesson at the school
And I am by and large don’t care of this
You told me that because of you
Somebody got the biggest bruise
And I keep calming and we continue our walk
M-m-m, girl in the eight cla-a-a-as
M-m-m
Mommy’s pink lipstick and the elder sister’s boots
I feel myself so easy and you’re proud of me
You love you little dolls and the little air baloons
But you must be at home exactly 10 o’clock
M-m-m, girl in the eight cla-a-a-as
M-m-m