Lyrics Третьяков Виктор - Тюбик

Gm6: 3x2330
         
         Gm6 a7 dm
I met him in the spring,
          C C7 F D7
He was an artist almost famous
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We kissed him under the pine -
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And he got married because he was honest.

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He drank a little, he was not rough,
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Such happiness, girls, only once happens!
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One confused - brush your teeth,
         E7 A7 Dm
And forever the tube does not close.
               
But I did not pay attention at first -
Such a man is given to me by heaven!
And she forgave everything like a woman
All - even a tube, be it wrong ...
 
And he, drawing, fell into nirvana,
then suddenly embrace - I love, he says, and that's that!
Then suddenly, a rogue, drags into the bath ...
And there is open toothpaste!

And I, like a fool - washed socks,
In soups she lay down a bouillon cube,
And she asked for everything, she begged for everything:
& quot; I brushed my teeth - shut the fucking tube! & quot;

And he, brute - well, as if on purpose:
& quot; All this, Glasha - says - secondary! & quot;
Tell me, girls - well, is it possible
Love and crap at the same time ?!

And I went to the neighbor with annoyance
After all, the neighbor - false jaw.
... On the shelf tube from & quot; Blend-a-medu & quot;
Lies closed. How lovely...

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Answer husband (Nurmukhametova Raisa)

I met her in the spring, mean.
And did not have time to kiss,
As a husband suddenly descended from the cottage,
And I got married - where to go ?!

I was not rude, became anxious,
I brush my teeth myself and sob myself.
But he remarked: he does not like very much
When I do not close the tube.

I began to brush my teeth very often,
Happened in the bath dragged Glasha,
And there is open toothpaste,
Love and drywall, love and drywall!

She: “Cattle!”, And I said to her: “Glasha,
Such happiness happens only once,
After all, this is a tube - just a tube,
Neighbor - do not lock the door »

She to the neighbor - again good luck!
Looks decided to confer ...
Then I suddenly descended from the cottage -
And he got married - where to go?

Now I sing to my neighbor,
Do not brush your teeth - it will cost.
On the shelf tube from the "blend-a-medu"
Lying open, and suddenly come back.

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Neighbor's Answer (Andrey Yakovlev, Dmitry Nartov)

We met at the height of summer,
She was called Glasha from the doorway.
With me was a tube of Blend-a-Meda
And I answered her name - Sasha.

We kissed in a fit of passion
Squeezing the tube alternately
And by the night were all in this pasta,
Loving and shit at the same time!

Then we are in the bathroom, praising good luck
They wrote pasta on the toilet.
Neighbor suddenly descended from the cottage
And I got married in the end right away.

I gave her a wedding cube -
Puzzle of hungarian thought,
She answered me, of course, a tube,
So that I cleared his false jaw.

At first timidly, in spite of the neighbor,
I wrote in the stairwell heresy.
Then surrendering to the cause,
I became an artist, how lovely!

I write in bad weather with aquafresh
Often in the city for pasta food!
Happens in life such happiness!
Thanks Glasha and & quot; Blend-a-medu & quot ;!

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Answer tube (Burtsev Oleg)

I lay myself on a shelf in the bathroom
And full of happiness, and full of pasta.
And only a tap of tap water,
And only the throat is wide open.

So I have seen enough of all people.
Here are perverts! Terribly rude
For the belly grab, push harder
And the fact that climbs smear their teeth!

And my master, an artist too,
Will come once a month, wash your feet,
Brush your teeth - can not close!
Well I'm getting cold! Van Gogh is humble!

My mistress bought me.
But she also does not like to wash passionately.
Will check to see if they have closed
Our Mordographer toothpaste ?!

And all in ska