I have no desire I have no desire

She is angry again My Zaya She is angry again

I have no desire.

I have no desire.

My Isaiah, the Bible of Jesus.

She doesn't pick up the phone, I write her a text message, But the answer won't come, she's always busy.

But she was offended that all these things are just like nonsense.

After all, to be offended is her second name.

To kiss is probably her last name.

She loves me.

But most of all, she loves her brain.

And I've no desire And I've no desire

My Zaya, I love the Zaya

I love no sly, I love no sly

My Zaya, half an hour later, took the pipe, we made up, as always, disappeared, I took it away and immediately told her,

Stop being offended, you can't be offended for fuck's sake.

Stop shouting again, the dinner is over.

I'm cold and this is anger, and everyone is to blame This song is for love, not to be offended This is her second name, to kiss Surely her last name, she loves me

But most of all she loves her brain.

Enough knows the higher.

Enough knows the higher.

My Isaiah, I love the Isaiah.

And up goes the higher.

And up goes the higher.

Oh.

Mm hmm.

My love is offended again.

My love is offended again.

She loves me, but most of all she loves him.

Moskva.

I have no desire My desire I have no desire

I love those liars, I love those liars, my ass liar, I love those liars.

I have no desire.

I have no desire.

Why as I am