Текст песни рыбакова - кило конфет иду домой

Girls on a diet
They have been sitting for a year now
And everything does not shine
Model business and fashion house
Inhaling deeper
Standing on the scales, taking off the junk
Much better:
Half a centimeter, half a kilometer

And I'm stepping on
Behind the chocolate in the store
I do not dream
To be a dummy for shop windows
Why torture?
Why sacrifice yourself?
Kilo Cookies
A kilo of sweets, I'm going home.

CHORUS:
Yes, not a reed
In the fashion magazines there is no mine
Photographs
And I do not even care about them
I do not suffer
And I'm not sad on trifles
I also wish you the same

Time passes
And the beauty disappears
And it will fade
In magazines vulgar nudity
Face under the hat
They are frightened of mirrors
Now do not
To be recognized by someone

CHORUS:
Yes, I'm not a match
But a smile to the ears
Not hysteric
And do not bother people
I do not suffer
And I'm not sad on trifles
I also wish you the same

And I'm stepping on
Behind the chocolate in the store
Do not accept
Neither aspirin nor neuristin
Why torture?
Why sacrifice yourself?
Kilo cookies,
A kilo of sweets, - I'm going home !!!