Hello, what's up?
Just give me some of that stuff and come aloud.
Hello, Dasha,
I think it's time I gotcha, feeling high.
So you're feelin' high?
Heya, feeling high...
Tryin', can't you see?
Don't tell me you don't wanna be free.
You can't deny.
Parties I'm givin'can change the whole way that you're livin'.
So don't give me lies.
What will be to ???
Hm, now and tomorrow...
Dasha, Dashka, why do you think you're hot stuff?
(What?! Hot stuff?)
So then, hello, what's wrong?
Another girl, another song.
So don't start to cry, come with us, don't ask why.
Dasha, Dasha
Dasha, Dasha
Here's your pray now little cry
Hey, don't ask why
Don't ask why
Hey, don't ask why...
Dashka, Dashka...
Don't ask why
Hey, don't ask why...
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