Hora ca la ursari

by angeliska on July 18, 2005


You ate me up, you bear-leader,
And you too, you bootmaker,
Come to me, little maid,
Come to me, you dark little girl.
Never mind that I’ve dark hair,
Or that I’m talented in bed,
One two twelve, let me kiss you on the mouth;
One two twenty-four,
Let me kiss your little waist,
Oh, what a slender little waist.
One two twelve, everyone on his bench,
One two twelve, let me kiss your little waist.
Never mind that I’m beautiful
As a carnation in the garden.
She has a spot on her little breast,
I’d devour her lovely eyes.
You ate me up, you bear-leader,
And you too, you bone-reader,
You ate me up, you bear-leader,
And you too, you bootmaker.

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