Looking me through her hazel eyes,
My heart turns cold as
ice,
I still remember all her lies,
But I still miss her loving in thrice,
What a sly lover.
She breathes next to mine,
Oh! She’s so fine,
So smooth like wine,
Her figure so tall like a pine,
I wonder why I whine,
Her smile makes me shiver all through,
She always leaves me with no clue,
Oh! No why do I stick to her like glue,
Am not fool, all I wanted is to be true,
But she’s a sly lover.
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