Текст песни Батишта - ДОРОГАЯ ЛЮБОВЬ

She loves when everything is expensive, everything is beautiful,
A set of credit cards that would go shopping,
She likes to wear shiny, real,
Likes to catch his eyes passionately burning ...
She likes to be envied by her girlfriends,

Habits with * ki: rumors about them ...
She loves to luxuriantly relax at the expense of men,
Then change them, as perthantsevny forum, also change the apartment.
On the hutrack - juice, before going to bed - a couple of cocktails,
As she dreamed, in her life there are four beasts.
She has wallets, saving on women's shoes,
What would give her a new Pegiot.

The more money, the faster it will spend,
She does not need to know the amount when others pay.
Used to her before, now this will not allow.
Do not say words, her love is more expensive ...

Money keeps her dear love,
She eats the currency of fatty wallets,
Do not have sweet dreams, give her warmth
mink coat and the Cary islands ...

Machines, gold, Crystall, hotels, restaurants ...
New hobbies, like trying to forget the old.
New relationships, new ties, at the same time
Quarrels, scandals, villas and auctions ...

Cenozism, as a role, defense in the face of an attack.
Looks fragile, but offends to the last penny ...
Patience plus luck is another rich man
caught on her hook, taken to his ranch.
Life at the speed of light, bright as a flame.
Power over men, as well as their money.

Dangerous game, where freedom is at stake,
It does not follow trends, It's - and there's fashion ...
The fall of hell, alone, but knows how
to achieve one's own what would make the legs
after a luxurious evening and a hot night,
Do not say words, her love is more expensive ...

Money keeps her dear love,
She eats the currency of fatty wallets,
Do not have sweet dreams, give her warmth
mink coat and the Cary islands ...

Afterparty in the smoke of cigars, the plot in the eyes,
I could learn its flavor from a hundred ...
The familiar taste of wine, the notes of voice, words,
Like three years ago, the same way, at the end of September,
But ... he did not recognize it, it's life, not cinema.

For courage in the booth introduced a denomination of one hundred.
The road to heaven, now warm, now everything is fine,
But the question: "How could he forget it?"
She prepares revenge for the cold, and serves to dessert,
He catches her eye, plus a couple of compliments,
A couple of minutes at the bar, a couple of minutes to the house ...

Already in the morning: a house, a shower, a bed - she's familiar ...
His communicator is taking him when he is already asleep,
He calls his wife and says something to her in a whisper,
He takes a couple of credit cards and a key from CLK,
After all, she recognized at night his scent of a hundred ...

Money keeps her dear love,
She eats the currency of fatty wallets,
Do not have sweet dreams, give her warmth
mink coat and brown