No, you aren't such
In the wildest world,
Where is so much
About beauty told.
Yes, their's true
Dying type of girl
Is not you?
No, your soul's kind
I know your mind.
Carpe diem, carpa vita
My dearest, Lolita.
Amore, more, ore, re
Your voice - divorce
I'll forever remember.
Never stuck in a rut
France women's mood.
Wish and fly - but sorry
Aut agere aut mori.
