Ich troje - Kochać kobiety

Hi Sophie, I love you like nobody
I'd walk into fire for you
You know you have the biggest boobs
And one of the best lips

Hi Janie, how long has it been now
I'd take you to the end of the world
And night by night, in broad daylight
And then again and again

What are we supposed to do, when you don't give a damn about us?
Each of us, I swear, only wants to...

Chorus:
Love our women
Though it's a hard thing to do
Love both the flaws and the assets
Though you should have no flaws

God created a woman for us
Not knowing that this quasi miracle
Will try to tempt us men
Will get everything it wants

Each of you has a thousand dresses
And three hundred shoes in your closet
House full of fragrances and flowers
And who cares of you, who gave it all to you?

Though God shakes His head, He knows
That it's really worth to love them

Chorus:
Love our women
Though it's a hard thing to do
Love them for chicken soup and cutlets
And for the motherfucking sex

Love our women
Though they are some weaker sex
Love them for laundering and cleaning up


Spoken:
-Well, well, well, don't get carried away like that, Jack, 'cause we'll take a bashing
-Come off it, it's actually the complete opposite, look:

"What did I do to you, Jadwiga?
I came back from work, I cooked dinner
I did the laundry, I cleaned up
I even gave you my salary!"

"Yeah, yeah, and that's how it should to be, hunnybunny"

Fellas, I'll start all over again
Jadwiga, I'm in a girly relationship
I'm fighting for every man to want to
Wash their feet before they go to sleep

And to do the washing-up from time to time
Once in a bluemoon to take out the trash
Not to smoke, not to drink, to wash his head
To have some hair, and to be in my dreams

God is a girl and She knows it well
Across the ages all every man wants is to

Chorus:
Love our women
We are so like oh!
We are just perfect
Each of us has it inside

Love our women
Everybody would want a babe
A couch, a sleep and magazines
What is it that you have, eh?

Men are pigs
Bring it, pass it, put it back, take it
We tinker with our limousines
The Fiats 126 P

Love our women
It's not such a hard thing to do
It can't get worse but better
'Cause every man wants to love them

La la la la...