He's got his man on his arm
He's making me crack in the middle
He's blowing up the chewing gum in his mouth
He's making it pop in a cheeky way
Maybe that's why I got shot
I couldn't own it
Cigarette Are you spoiled for manhood?
Has this world changed?
Don't show your sore eyebrows to your eyes
Lips are crimson
And there is no shame in facing me
He grins in spite of me
Is this what we saw from our father
We have been humiliated day by day
The new custom has arrived, woe to the old village
Friends, we are ruined
You nutcracker
The snake is coming out of its hole out
My destiny is my tasseled trouble
If I catch you
I fell into your oven, baby
I fell into your arms, baby
I fell into your warmth, baby
Hands down
You nutcracker
The one who takes the snake out of its hole
My destiny is my fringed trouble
If I catch it

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