Текст песни
**[Intro]**
To hell with it all!
Alright, who cares…
So what if you’re stunning?
So many mirrors — so many of you!
I don’t need your reputation, I don’t need your baggage (hey)
**[Verse 1]**
You’re at it again: “I’m not like everyone else!”
Same old text, just a fresher font.
You write: “I’ll take you to my place.”
I say: “Address? Bed — and it’ll be more fun” (ha).
Swipe right — and you’re in the game.
I’m not a gingerbread man who’ll melt in your mouth.
I couldn’t care less that you’re the club’s star.
Strip faster than words fly.
**[Chorus]**
To hell with it all.
Doesn’t matter that you’re beautiful and have a great personality.
Nothing personal — I just want sex.
I don’t care how many zeros are on your personal card.
I’m not your prize, I’m your boldest quest.
**[Male voice]**
Baby, your eyes are a red alert.
I’m drowning in your fire.
But I’m running to you as if I can do anything.
**[Verse 2]**
You kept saying “family, hearth”
I unzipped — and suddenly you started playing hide‑and‑seek.
“Who do you see us as in a year?”
See us? Well, maximum for a night (ha‑ha).
I’m not on your list of victories,
You’re in my notebook: “forget, don’t reply”.
You’re not a princess, I’m not waiting for a sequel.
Here’s the bed, two tickets to paradise.
You’re a gift, but I don’t have a ribbon.
You have dreams, I want moments.
You dream of “eternity” somewhere out there,
I dream: “A morning nap would be nice” (oh).
**[Chorus]**
To hell with it all.
Doesn’t matter that you’re successful, super‑self‑assured.
Nothing personal — I just want sex.
The rest is for fairy tales, for other people’s thoughts.
You’re not “us”, you’re my temporary context.
**[Male voice]**
Baby, your eyes are a red alert.
I’m drowning in your fire,
And I’m throwing myself into these flames again, fully aware.
**[Bridge]**
[the rhythm fades, only bass and vocals]:
You wanted to “take care of me”?
Then take care of making the bed creak.
You wanted to be “carried in someone’s arms”?
Better take off your underwear and spread your legs (ha).
I don’t believe in “searching for destiny”,
I believe in “searching for a place”.
You whisper to me about a star up there,
I tell you: “A bit to the right — that’s it” (oh yes).
**[Outro]**
**[Male voice]**
Pretend you’re saving me,
Not burning me to the ground.
Let it burn down to the blackest stars,
Down to morning insomnia.
**[Final chorus]**
To hell with it all.
Doesn’t matter that you’re beautiful and have a great personality.
Nothing personal — I just want sex.
I don’t care how many zeros are on your personal card.
I’m not your movie, I’m short, bright sex.
**[Male voice]**
Baby, your eyes are a real threat.
I’m drowning in your fire,
But I’m running to you like I can do absolutely anything.
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