Майя Любимова & Стоп Кард — Сохнут губы без конца

My lips are dry without end Dry without end, these lips of mine Where could I find a young And brutal kind of guy?

My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy? My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy?

Pharma boys, sweet and honey-like Players and liars, not ready for life Like little kids, they hide under skirts Want to be brutes with childish deeds

And I just wanted something real Simple, but driving me crazy

My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy? My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy?

Pretty boys, sweet and fragile Like dandelions — so damn vanilla Shy and innocent, slippery and flashy Way too passive, yet so self-important

And I just wanted something real Simple, but driving me crazy

My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy? My lips are dry without end, dry without end Where could I find a young and brutal kind of guy?