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There is nothing now could I do
There is nothing now could, my Queen, I do,
Just to be instead of him and climb your window.
Just to be that lucky boy from vicinity,
That same lucky one, who broke your sweet virginity.
One, who was your first, your body wanted whom,
One, you let to sneak to your maiden room.
He was the one, who made your passion turning.
He was the one, who's love you were returning.
He was the one, whom then you were caressing.
He was the one, for whom you rushed to get undressing.
He was the one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He was the one you kissed way out in the morning.
If I would have it now - the magic Time Machine,
I would fly back there, where you have been.
I would throw myself between you and him,
I would beg your love, I would yell and scream.
I would cry my tears, I would be enraged,
But there is nothing then could I really change ...
He still'd be one, who made your passion turning.
He still'd be one, who's love you were returning.
He still'd be one, whom then you were caressing.
He still'd be one, for whom you rushed to get undressing.
He still'd be one, to whom you gave yourself without warning.
He still'd be one you kissed way out in the morning!
