Love with you is very costly,
saluting your love from distance,
I am gone in very cheaply,
for your relationship maintenance.
I sleep with empty belly,
with mouth-hand salary,
your demands are very silly,
No where in love history.
Fashion of yours is very high,
higher than the Everest,
Thoughts of yours is hi-fi,
and I am very honest.
Money goes in beauty parlor,
not deshi but foreign cosmetics,
My pocket becomes smaller,
it is very very pathetic.
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