Your smile (/из спектакля «Случайное счастье милиционера Пешкина» )

You'll smile, I came for the teachers, ladies in the air.

You'll smile, before the kisses, ladies in the stair.

Oh, oh, oh, you'll smile, get to know the people, always looking down

So you're a wall, you're a wall, baby, you're a wall

Every time I flux your paper in the wriking styles.