Р.S. Your smile /из спектакля «Случайное счастье милиционера Пешкина»/

You'll smile, I came for the teachers, ladies in the air. You'll smile, before the kisses, ladies in the stair. Oh, oh, oh, you'll smile, get to know the people, always looking down So you're a wall, you're a wall, baby, you're a wall Every time I flux your paper in the wriking styles. Every time I block your maybe on the rubber line. Your smile given for the teacher's rate is in the sand Your smile, baby, in the air