Anna, the Fishgirl Anna, the fishgirl serves fruit and wineoutside the window a bloody sun shinesshes gonna be a lawyer, she studies in Bulgariashes helping her parents who run a tavernain profile she looks like a fish from the deep seaand here and there she throws a glance at meshe carries her brilliant tits in a yellow pulloverI imagine to touch them and shiver all overAnna, the fishgirl serves fruit and wineoutside the window a bloody sun shinesAnna, sweet fishgirl, Ive fallen for your movementand also my love life could use some improvementshe smells like her mothers kitchen full of fishesshes magic when she balances the glasses and the dishesshe knows about money, I can see it on her lipswhile she carries whats been cooked on her byzantine hipsAnna, the fishgirl serves fruit and wineoutside the window a bloody sun shinesIve got these emotions that will transcend your lonelinesskiss me with your fish lips and say Im your onlinessplease come to me and touch me with your elbowto tear me from my dream where I dont feel so well, you knowlets take a bus and go out where the salt fliesI know youve had enough of serving thoses french-friesI know you recognise me and you like fun and romanceso lets be courageous and kiss and go dance
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