Эй,
my Любовь standing there,
with that beautiful stare,
I hope Ты know I care,
and Ты don't need weight to bare,
through our secret lair,
where there may be a scare,
as I go through life with a tear,
in my сердце from this chair,
so far away babe,
just like the вверх hat of good ole Abe,
you are the best at my trade,
holding that glass of lemonade,
my lovely mate and maid,
but you're not a maid to me,
for you're my baby,
oh my lovely baby babe,
more then the wife of Abe,
instead of that old Gabe,
you are mine my lovely,
or so I have hopefully,
so there will be no mopefully,
my very pretty baby,
I Любовь Ты еще then...
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