Mery Spolsky - Bigotka

For not wanting my poems
For not kissing first
For sleeping through the whole summer
And for discussing with your dad and calling me ... wrong

For the fact that you don't like Ciechowski
And for the fact you take too much blue
For saying that it's poisoned
And that's why you won't eat soup, I gave him ... my number

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot*
I eat it with taste
With my new one (Ou)

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot
I eat it with taste
With my new one

For wearing white pants
For this text that I love unfashionably
For the fact you got a lot of cold
Even though you know I'm fond of your ... kiss

For this lack of flair in adoration
For never being in a major key
For getting in everywhere with your shoe
I don't want your ... heart anymore

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot
I eat it with taste
With my new one (Ou)

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot
I eat it with taste
With my new one

Be afraid of the God, be afraid, afraid
You hear voices, it's my voice, it's mine
Pass through the pulpit of invisible, cheap tricks
Accompanies an entire army of carved bits
I'm sure you don't understand any of this
Thoughts of wood don't lead you to the heart
My revenge, though it's not nice to be mean
Is enchanted in this sniffing song

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot
I eat it with taste
With my new one (Ou)

Revenge is sweet
Like a bigot
I eat it with taste
With my new one

The bigot soothes me, soothes me, soothes me
(Revenge is sweet)
(Like a bigot)
I send you the bigot, I send you, I send you
(I eat it with taste)
(With my new one (Ou))

The bigot soothes me, soothes me, soothes me
(Revenge is sweet)
(Like bigot)
I send you the bigot, I send you
(I eat it with taste)
(With my new one)

Enjoy!

* "bigotka" is a kind of polish cake, similar to puff