merry birthday, dear Masha, merry birthday to you!
You grow your nails too long
There's scratches on your arms
You taste like orange chocolate
You always put your hands in my pockets
Your teeth are not quite straight
Your mood swings oscillates
Your language is appalling
And you play with my hair in the morning
Your imperfections are so beautiful
I can't control my animal soul
Your imperfection has got me on a chain
Can't concentrate
I'm a sucker for your beautiful mistakes
And sometimes when we kiss
You touch my fingertips
Synthetic words can't hide me
Passion creeps like death inside me
This moment we become one
We stick like chewing gum
I want your language to be appalling
I want you to play with my hair in the morning
Your imperfections are so beautiful
I can't control my animal soul
Your imperfection has got me on a chain
Can't concentrate
I'm a sucker for your beautiful mistakes
Your imperfections are so beautiful
I can't control my animal soul
Your imperfection has got me on a chain
Can't concentrate
Your imperfections make you what you are
My defective star
Oh, my elegant love
Your imperfections are so beautiful
I'm out of control
I'm a sucker for the defects in your, your soul
wtf is Nabokov's first novel translated into English as "Mary", not as into German as "Mas(c)henka"?!