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Psycho

Yesterday she bit me, I immediately fell to the floor,
Didn't let me go to bed, I slept in the kitchen.
I wanted to apologize, but I received more,
If she isn't in the good mood, you will fly out of the sneakers.
 
I'm afraid of her, she's a wild beast,
From her growls, the door flies off the hinges.
And if these days, when visitors come,
I carry my bones out of the house.
 
I don't answer calls if she's near,
She believes that love. Yes, and it's not enough.
Also said, if I cheat someday,
Go away from the country, cut you into patches.
She doesn't understand my jokes, I rarely joke,
So not to snatch into the chest.
I don't ask the question: 'Who's the master of the house?'
If I said I was in a coma.
 
You're my pain, you're my everything
And the winte on my mind without you.
You're my nerves, you're my world.
I fell in love with a psycho.
 
You're my pain, you're my everything
And the winte on my mind without you.
You're my nerves, you're my world.
I fell in love with a psycho.
 
Doesn't tolerate any of my friends,
If I come buzz, she scent anything.
And an excellent hear. Bro on the floor,
And she is already behind the wall, with glass and an ear.
 
Tomorrow we've a retreat, for our affairs,
Oh well, not a fancy, really there we've business.
We'll fall over on a sofa ourselves with a things
And we'll turn on the melodrama, with her Tom Cruise.
 
She'll roar, I'll change her kerchiefs,
Then listen to snoring, all night into bed.
He says he does not snore, but I know the secret,
I'll not fall asleep, I'll go for cigarettes.
 
She'll wake up, everything in its place,
I'm like sleeping next to her, and I didn't go anywhere.
I wouldn't say, I love her,
And if not I say so, no one will not find me either.
 
Tibor from QS-FB

I Can't Forget You, Bitch

I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't forget the taste of your lips.
Hell with your 'I'm very sorry.'
Don't wash your scent from the sheets.
I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't or I just don't wanna.
Thoughts about you, like a cold February.
I want pills from you and our feelings.
 
In my opinion, you don't need anyone around.
Too fucking much friends, girlfriends.
And you're not alone in the evening.
In social networks, not what I am.
 
You don't need a world of two people.
I can't understand what's going on in your head.
Really, whatever.
I have nothing to fight for, no one to meet.
Pour the tea into the mug with the kitten.
Your favorite, you hear - forgive me.
Or punish me.
 
Such as you - one, such as me - a billion.
The average, not the original.
I don't understand you're left yourself, or I fucked up you.
After all, if the ship is stranded, the captain is to blame.
 
You asked to steer without scandal.
And sent our ship directly to the rocks, bitch!
 
I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't forget the taste of your lips.
Hell with your 'I'm very sorry.'
Don't wash your scent from the sheets.
I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't or I just don't wanna.
Thoughts about you, like a cold February.
I want pills from you and our feelings.
 
It can be difficult to erase everything from the head.
I didn't, but you did.
I'll stand on the balcony and have a smoke.
And as if I see your image in the smoke again.
 
Because of you for days, on nerves.
And you for a long time with another, for certain.
Our love is nothing, but so be it.
It's a shame that you're in the head and on the sheets.
 
Heels and a skirt, iphone - cellphone.
A prominent bitch, albeit seemingly fragile.
Like, you loved, and I don't even know.
After all, I'm not your type, as bald from The Fast and the Furious.
 
Your things at home still lie.
I tried to burn them many times, but it's pity.
The room was soaked by your perfume.
Not for me so expensive women.
 
I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't forget the taste of your lips.
Hell with your 'I'm very sorry.'
Don't wash your scent from the sheets.
I can't forget you, bitch.
I can't or I just don't wanna.
Thoughts about you, like a cold February.
I want pills from you and our feelings.
 
Tibor from QS-FB