I get inside the party, but three bissekeisii,/
I start to hit the first teen and take more freebies,/
The first bitch slap comes in a minute and, it feels painful,/
hit in the groin, but that guy is a fucking cat ,/
I don't care, or at least let it bother me,/
There are a lot of guys here who want to poke me for days,/
I'm not going to lose yet, even if they might beat me a little, /
because I have some brandy with me, which I bought from my
grandmother,/ Then I reach the point where the stondis strike,/
I put a pigtail in my hair and move to the same blonde strikes,/
I do the first movement, and that I don't feel too passionate,/
I tell you that I don't love it, and I add that its breasts are
firm,/ I am grabbed by the neck, behind me stands a
huge pile of hair and muscle that knocks my balls
and booze and,/ beats me in the yard, leashes the dog,/
and says if I want to live, I won't come back tonight,/
Huukki:
*BITE* Don't kill me,/
*BILEET* And someone will hit the raflas,/
*BILEET* Put the whole place to shit,/
*BILEET* And you're going to fight outside,/
*BILEET* Don't kill your liver,/
*BILEET* And someone's going to hit the raflas,/
*BILEET* Put the whole place to shit,/
Gotta pour down a liter of the world's best painkiller,/
a little ice water and a blow to the front of the head,/
when I get back in, I'm loud again,/
snarling and challenging a fight at every turn,/
I had to go back and ask others could I hug you,/
stab me with my foot, grab a woman's hand and waltz,/
Sorry, could I see your buttocks? - You don't have to answer,/
I'll zoom in until you can't find me in the dead section,/
I'm going to piss in a corner or some guy's flower pot,/
and without permission I'll peek where the ugliest slut is fucking,/< br/>I take off the glue, the foil burns in the microwave oven,/
It takes two hours to adjust, and I try to keep my mouth shut,/
I work in the children's room, I ruin the wallpaper with felt-tip pens,/
I take off the barbies and put them in fucking positions,/
/>I let Ken go, I move on to other things,/
I find where the back door is and I pour gasoline on the sheets,/
Huukki
I start to feel the sheets with something like a lighter,/
and because I look guilty , I'll be found at the door,/
ne asks "Do you do it like this anymore?" I answer: - "Even in my forties,/
I've been here more than a hottie, I'm not afraid of kyttii
any more!"/
Sorry, I'm in a hurry, I should be able to continue the party,/
if you poke me, keep these Bisses cool,/
Hey, don't be tense, don't lock it either,/
I promise I'll behave well, and go to the party nicely,/
My evenings are usually pawing and general confusion,/
in the village there are disturbances and stupid hassles,/
accusations and court proceedings, I drink tolu, these problems are binitki,/
because of the ambulance, the visit is often a quick visit,/
before the joy coming off, needing at least a blood transfusion,/
and after the party, it's always a week when you don't work,/
It's dancing and hospital, and the same pace continues,/
if I have a bill for treatment, I can afford a taxi, /
Double Huukki

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