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I ask you not to flash before the eyes of the lady

Do not talk of love in a public place

Do not shake the air of his skedaddle

And where the bus I listen to a lot appraise.

I am so tired in this stupid life from all!

From the words of love, of jealousy and play

But I am free, I don’t want to see the whole

You look cute to see anyone for other dates.

Don’t promise me no love, no awe,

Don’t fall cheeky in stages

I am tired of listening to any speech you are mad for

I do not want to write sad pages.

I have told you all keep away from sweet

Don’t make the lips and winks

And me and the audiences see it’s close to evening deep

We will not fail to remember evil meet.