Why does she look at me by turning back?
Why does she suffuse my mind with sweet dreams?
Why does she become magnet and make me iron?
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What have you told me, baby
With your eyes!
It’s so tough to subdue eagerness
To tell it to everyone!
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When a fire breaks out
In a garments factory
Some workers escape
Others are trampled to death
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I write poems for myself and I write for the readers
I write for the masses and I write for the leaders
I write to imprint my thoughts in people's mind
I write to make the bad guys helpful and kind
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I stole a kiss when you were asleep!
I knew it was not right!
Swear upon love, but it felt alright!
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In shallow water
A heron waits for its prey
Standing on one foot!
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Baby if I could play a flute like Krishna
You would be attracted by my charisma!
Baby you are my thought’s mania
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My nation is Satan’s shadow
So my life is full of sorrow.
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