За целый день попыток написать курсач единственная гениальная мысль, меня посетившая, состоит в том, что Adam Lambert's "Whataya want from me" на самом деле - ода научному руководителю:
Hey, slow it down whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Yeah I'm afraid whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
There might have been a time
When I would give myself away
Oooh once upon a time I didn't give a damn
But now, here we are so whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Just don't give up I'm workin it out
Please don't give in, I will let you down
It messed me up, need a second to breathe
Just keep coming around
Hey, whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Whataya want from me
Yeah, it's plain to see (plain to see)
that baby you're beautiful
And there's nothing wrong with you
(nothing wrong with you)
It's me, I'm a freak (yeah)
but thanks for lovin' me
Cause you're doing it perfectly
(it perfectly)
There might have been a time
When I would let you slip away
I wouldn't even try
But I think you could save my life
...
Дорогая Т.В., just don't give up, I'm working it out! А пока что я сделаю вид, будто бы я не захожу на выходных в контакт (как же, я же курсач пишу), а потому не видела вашего сообщения с просьбой выслать мою работу...
Whataya want from me?