Shuga (Sugar)
Whisper of four shoes, short skirt and four eyes blinking.
You're insect in the web, the keys in pocket ringing.
Clock proclaims: the time has gone,
Your parents start to worry.
You're in me and I'm in you like cabbage in the lorry.
You ask me to telephone: two coins, seven numbers.
I am sweet as sweets and home and fresh as summer thunders.
Clock proclaims: the time has gone,
Your parents start to worry.
You're in me and I'm in you like author and his story-story.
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Midnight city on my palm stands still inside your eyeball,
You can't catch me as through wall - I'm little in the global.
Twisted, winded body game and lips once more are scarlet.
Passed by crowed of your aims - I'm not a real star yet.
Whisper of four shoes, short skirt and four eyes blinking.
You're insect in the web, the keys in pocket ringing.
Clock proclaims: the time has gone,
Your parents start to worry.
You're in me and I'm in you like cabbage in the lorry-lorry.
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
Run away, shuga-shuga (sugar-sugar)!
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