Factory. We are so different (№ 317242)

Darling you're my, I lost the rest,
The food, the food for you, you're my oligarchowie,
And I lie on the beach and lick ice cream,
Yes, the sides look and its not find.
- Oh, look, cute, young.
- Do not send me such, too painful for young.
- And over there look, with a thick gold chain.
- You that, really, he came here with his wife.