Игорь Саруханов Barber текст песни, слова песни Barber Игорь Саруханов
Игорь Саруханов - Barber
Are alwais full of happy crouds
It tips you win
It’s gotta yave to tips in lows
I’m so tired
I loose my father cannot find it
Barber, barber, barber, you raise my mind
I feel your gaze
It’s how exactly start up here
I like your face
But i’m not for you, my dear
I’m a fitted brain
It seems that i don’t love the game
Barber, barber, barber, you’ve captured my friends
These june joins
Are alwais full of pretty girls
But i can’t stand
All those who pull off under Rome
You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck
You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck
You leave my bed
You have to show your horror to man
Barber, barber, barber, you touched my neck
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