Scattered oranges
On my legs are green boots hunters, and I crush oranges, jump, stomp. Juice flows from them. The floor becomes dangerously slippery ... The peculiarity of the oranges remains on the soles of my boots, and you can lick them from my sole hunters.

Scattered oranges
On my legs are green boots hunters, and I crush oranges, jump, stomp. Juice flows from them. The floor becomes dangerously slippery ... The peculiarity of the oranges remains on the soles of my boots, and you can lick them from my sole hunters.