(А.Григорян - К.Леонов)
The red-haired trouble in the neighborhood
The first fiddle; that was understood
All her days like a zebra’s skin
She used to be happy but now she’s in
 
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She was smiling in a broken car
"Must have fun no matter where you are"
With a bottle of boose nothing to lose
Boys, at ease! ‘Cos now she is
 
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