Текст: Millencolin. Melancholy Collection. A Bit Of Muslin.

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I see her eating maggots and I thin it's cool
I watch her as she throws up.

She's a bit of muslin, a vitiolic nasty girl
mysterious in every way, moving like a swirl
fly guys surrounds her, hoping she will be thier girl
but this sphinx is a notion
and no man will ever get to her.

I want to recall the stuff that she might have missed
I need her to be my stash.