tatlım tatlım şarkı sözleri I’m waiting at the bus stop to get home. I’m shivering inside, a cold that penetrates into the marrow of a person’s bones . Go home , light the stove , try to get warm , I get colder when I think about all sorts of problems. After a long time has passed like this, the bus comes and I jump on. Compared to the bus outside, it’s relatively warm, I’m loosening my hijab, in modern terms, my turban a little. I’m watching outside, there are snow clusters in places. One stop later, a young girl is sitting next to me on a bus that is slowly moving forward and stopping at the stop. Hello … isn’t it cold, ma’am ? Yes, honey, I really still can’t feel my cold toes .As the conversation progresses, she is moving forward, she will get off at the faculty campus 3-5 stops after me, I guess this girl is probably studying boarding. I’m probably boring the girl by telling her that I also live alone, I’ve just got divorced, I’m trying to get used to loneliness or something, but what can I do, talking takes a little away from my problems; it’s closer to me than men, after all, I’m the same. As we get closer to the stop where I’m going to get off, our conversation is getting better, I don’t want to leave, and there’s still a lot of time for the last bus ; come, sweetheart, let’s have a hot soup and then I’ll take you to the bus stop, and he follows me without making a sound. We are trying to reach home by crossing the muddy roads of our street. Even though we came home, the house is even colder from the outside, as if it’s already filled, I ignite the stove that I left ready, we’re both at the stove, rubbing our hands that are about to freeze, trying to keep warm.I open my coat and headscarf, expressing that I am warming up a little. My guest says that he is still cold, his fingers do not feel, and I take his hands between my hands . Dec. When he asks if there is a change, he says ehh, but our hands are intertwined . I think it got a little heated ….. he strips off his turban, strips off his coat, or rather his topcoat from his shoulders and hangs it on a hanger .How is it now? Good Sister, a little better, believe me, I thought I was going to die of cold .I immediately start making soup, then coffee, then tea, and we got so caught up in the conversation. He jumps out because the bus is 5 minutes away, and then I, but no matter how cold it is outside, we arrive at the stop, but he whistles or something, ours is, what can I say, turbaned and facultative, but the bus runs away in vain. Stay at my place, dear, it’s a little cramped tonight, but we’ll see tomorrow, you can go in the morning if you want. We’re going back into my house together; never mind, it’s good that you missed the bus, otherwise you wouldn’t even have come to me again. Okay, Sister, a muck on my cheek … The clock is ticking, we’re going to bed … we’re going to bed, but I only have a single bed at home.. I’ll sleep on the floor next to the stove, you sleep on the bed, honey . Sister, not in the world, you will get sick, will you sleep on the floor in the apocalypse this winter. Anyway, the middle way is to sleep together in a single bed . What will she wear to bed, girl, what I gave her, except for my nightgowns . She has white smooth skin that has never seen the sun , a belly where the proof that she has never given birth is obvious, a soft tone of voice that smells like misss …… she has more expressible features .. Anyway, we’re going to bed, but the stove temperature has probably passed, my guest is starting to get cold again . When we are trying not to touch each other in a single bed, we have to hug each other well because of the cold. Her breasts like stones , touching my breasts, crushing mine almost ; I understand that your leg gets wet when you put someone between my legs, and you must have sweated, I’m shaken up Decently by the answer of Yoo when you say I’m beautiful. What, if you’re not sweating at all, why are you wet ? I don’t know, but I’m so excited when you hug like that, Sis !… Girl, how do you know how to get aroused, how to get aroused, etc. … I’m smashing literature. Sis says believe me, I’ve been bad, but anyway, I’m closing the conversation by saying let’s go to bed. We go to bed and I fall asleep immediately from being the same with a warm girl, I think my sleep is interrupted after a few hours because the bed is rocking and our girl is masturbating . I can’t stand it, and I help her with her work by rubbing her neck and kissing her from time to time. All of a sudden we’re naked in bed and I’m licking your tin cheese-colored thighs; I’m licking between your legs, going on, going on, this girl can’t be left like this, when I say are you a girl, I’m happy when you say no, because I love fingering. I’m not a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, Dec. When I say one two three fingers, I’m making the girl as if by force, By the way, I’m reminding her without neglecting, tomorrow is a holiday anyway, my beauty. Dec. We never leave on the weekend, not just this weekend, but all weekends throughout the life of the faculty
honey honey lyrics
tatlım tatlım şarkı sözleri I’m waiting at the bus stop to get home. I’m shivering inside, a cold that penetrates into the marrow of a person’s bones . Go home , light the stove , try to get warm , I get colder when I think about all sorts of problems. After a long time has passed like this, the bus comes and I jump on. Compared to the bus outside, it’s relatively warm, I’m loosening my hijab, in modern terms, my turban a little. I’m watching outside, there are snow clusters in places. One stop later, a young girl is sitting next to me on a bus that is slowly moving forward and stopping at the stop. Hello … isn’t it cold, ma’am ? Yes, honey, I really still can’t feel my cold toes .As the conversation progresses, she is moving forward, she will get off at the faculty campus 3-5 stops after me, I guess this girl is probably studying boarding. I’m probably boring the girl by telling her that I also live alone, I’ve just got divorced, I’m trying to get used to loneliness or something, but what can I do, talking takes a little away from my problems; it’s closer to me than men, after all, I’m the same. As we get closer to the stop where I’m going to get off, our conversation is getting better, I don’t want to leave, and there’s still a lot of time for the last bus ; come, sweetheart, let’s have a hot soup and then I’ll take you to the bus stop, and he follows me without making a sound. We are trying to reach home by crossing the muddy roads of our street. Even though we came home, the house is even colder from the outside, as if it’s already filled, I ignite the stove that I left ready, we’re both at the stove, rubbing our hands that are about to freeze, trying to keep warm.I open my coat and headscarf, expressing that I am warming up a little. My guest says that he is still cold, his fingers do not feel, and I take his hands between my hands . Dec. When he asks if there is a change, he says ehh, but our hands are intertwined . I think it got a little heated ….. he strips off his turban, strips off his coat, or rather his topcoat from his shoulders and hangs it on a hanger .How is it now? Good Sister, a little better, believe me, I thought I was going to die of cold .I immediately start making soup, then coffee, then tea, and we got so caught up in the conversation. He jumps out because the bus is 5 minutes away, and then I, but no matter how cold it is outside, we arrive at the stop, but he whistles or something, ours is, what can I say, turbaned and facultative, but the bus runs away in vain. Stay at my place, dear, it’s a little cramped tonight, but we’ll see tomorrow, you can go in the morning if you want. We’re going back into my house together; never mind, it’s good that you missed the bus, otherwise you wouldn’t even have come to me again. Okay, Sister, a muck on my cheek … The clock is ticking, we’re going to bed … we’re going to bed, but I only have a single bed at home.. I’ll sleep on the floor next to the stove, you sleep on the bed, honey . Sister, not in the world, you will get sick, will you sleep on the floor in the apocalypse this winter. Anyway, the middle way is to sleep together in a single bed . What will she wear to bed, girl, what I gave her, except for my nightgowns . She has white smooth skin that has never seen the sun , a belly where the proof that she has never given birth is obvious, a soft tone of voice that smells like misss …… she has more expressible features .. Anyway, we’re going to bed, but the stove temperature has probably passed, my guest is starting to get cold again . When we are trying not to touch each other in a single bed, we have to hug each other well because of the cold. Her breasts like stones , touching my breasts, crushing mine almost ; I understand that your leg gets wet when you put someone between my legs, and you must have sweated, I’m shaken up Decently by the answer of Yoo when you say I’m beautiful. What, if you’re not sweating at all, why are you wet ? I don’t know, but I’m so excited when you hug like that, Sis !… Girl, how do you know how to get aroused, how to get aroused, etc. … I’m smashing literature. Sis says believe me, I’ve been bad, but anyway, I’m closing the conversation by saying let’s go to bed. We go to bed and I fall asleep immediately from being the same with a warm girl, I think my sleep is interrupted after a few hours because the bed is rocking and our girl is masturbating . I can’t stand it, and I help her with her work by rubbing her neck and kissing her from time to time. All of a sudden we’re naked in bed and I’m licking your tin cheese-colored thighs; I’m licking between your legs, going on, going on, this girl can’t be left like this, when I say are you a girl, I’m happy when you say no, because I love fingering. I’m not a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, I’m a girl, Dec. When I say one two three fingers, I’m making the girl as if by force, By the way, I’m reminding her without neglecting, tomorrow is a holiday anyway, my beauty. Dec. We never leave on the weekend, not just this weekend, but all weekends throughout the life of the faculty