Пластический хирург Английская версия

I'm a buffy girl and I fond of roasted Chicken. But nobody likes me, what the hell? Though I don't give up, I move on and Keep on seeking handsome man who will take off My shell. I don't need peel, no shield. Want him to make me feel that his little Dancing queen is me. No Johnny Depp, no Brad Pitt, Banderas doesn't Fit. I want my plastic surgeon to touch me. Skin from fatty buttocks, he will use on face. Swab my ears and eyebrows, pimples will erase. Lips will be inflated, boobs will get a hint. And I will be pretty, not a piece of Shit. I prepare candies, chocolate, and biscuits. And I have a slogan for my life. For my life. Diet is a bullshit, pastry is delicious. Just relax and go under the knife. I don't need peel, no shield. Want him to make me feel that his little Dancing queen is me. No Johnny Depp, no Brad Pitt, Banderas doesn't Fit. I want my plastic surgeon to touch me. Skin from fatty buttocks, he will use on face. Swab my ears and eyebrows, pimples will erase. Lips will be inflated, boobs will get a hint. And I will be pretty, not a piece of Shit. Skin from fatty buttocks, he will use on face. Swab my ears and eyebrows, pimples will erase. Lips will be inflated, boobs will get a hint. And I will be pretty. Skin from fatty buttocks, he will use on face. Swab my ears and eyebrows, pimples will erase. Will be inflated, boobs will get a Hint. And I will be pretty, not a piece Of shit. Not a piece of shit.