Вступление
This juke Jones, a roses gonna pack with clouds
And tips he win is gonna have a tripsy louds
I'm so tired a rose my Barber can't let fighting
Barber, Barber, Barber, you're raise my mind
I feel your games it how has I've been start come here
I like your face but I'm not for you, my dear
I'm feeling brane it seems like coming love again
Barber, Barber, Barber, catch in my dress
This juke Jones, a room was full of pretty girls
But I can't stand those who could underroad
You live I've bet
Barber, Barber, Barber, catch in my hands