DOROTA: Motyle

I couldn't believe my luck
I thought, f*ck, oh god
When you honked your horn under my balcony
You said: what are you doing? Maybe you want to go to the seaside?
Okay, I got a bathing suit, sandwiches, flip flops, butterfly net
Although I already had enough of them in my belly that Hitchcock could shoot Butterflies
A thriller based on it
Somewhere near Płońsk, you put your hand on my leg
Glinojeck, I thought, God, it's already happening
What I dreamed about at night will happen today
As far as I'm concerned, he could be right here in this car right now
We don't have to go to any sea

Just pull over
And fuck me in white sun pokots
Let our juices stain the seats
Let the windows break
Let that bulldozer with the dashboard do that with his head
And the scented Christmas trees….
I don't know what's up with them, but let them do something
But you're just asking if everything's okay
And if I want a hot dog from BP
No thanks, you know, maybe later
I'm not hungry now

sandwiches, flip flops, butterfly net
sandwiches, flip flops, butterfly net
sandwiches, flip-flops, pull over

sandwiches, flip flops
sandwiches, flip flops