Miss Hanaga is a terrible flirt She looks like sugar She talks like dirt Take off your trousers You'll lose your shirt to miss Hanaga
All the women call her slut While all the men try to knock on her door She's got something She knows what it's called, miss Hanaga
She's someone in between lover and wife She's independent, in love with life She'll rub her rope She'll show you her knife, miss Hanaga
Some call her animal Some just sigh They call it low And come back high From their dreams When they've been there to crown Oh miss Hanaga
The women hate her The man who would dare Men they are curious But never go near No man has ever seen the trace of a tear on miss Hanaga
Miss Hanaga is a wonderful flirt She looks like sugar She talks like dirt Take off your trousers You'll lose your shirt to miss HanagaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.