Early morning, she wakes up, knock knock knock on the toilet door All her life she has been looking for a guy, who would love her and adore... But problem is inside of her, she wants a good boy, but she doesn't do anything to achieve that. She doesn't go to the hairdresses, she wears man socks, old fashion panties... She's so plain, she's a mad of rustic persons
That's why she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, if there's nothing she missing in her life, then why do these tears come at night? Oh, little poor lady, your dreams about prince, who can take your breath away... Where is he? Oh, don't supply hopes.. Your ex boyfriends just used you! The real matter is: love yourself! And people will love you!