Don't treat me like Some situation that needs to be handled I'm fine with my spite And my tears, and my beers and my candles I can feel you smoothing me over.
Don't treat me like Some situation that needs to be handled I'm fine with my spite And my tears, and my beers and my candles I can feel you smoothing me over.
«Ты обращаешься со мной так, словно я какой-то там», — говорил он. А она, рассмеявшись смехом вольной самки, отвечала: «Наоборот, словно тебя никакого тут».