Ирина Юрьевна

Babe, Parkway wonder. You're such a success. You're a pretty secretary. She says you are the best. Your face always smiling. She says you sure paid your dues. But I know inside you've got the Bensonhurst blues. The constant cigarettes that you offer to me. Pretending, pretending to care about my family. And those pictures on your desk. Are them