Миллион, миллион, миллион всяких поз. У плиты, на столе, а потом на окне. Кто влюблен, кто влюблен, кто влюблён и всерьез. То ему, то ему, то ему, пофиг где!
You tell me that you need me, Then you go and cut me down, But wait... You tell me that you're sorry, Didn't think I'd turn around and say That it's too late to apologize, it's too late... I said it's too late to apologize, it's too late.