Tunes move the feet of folks to mingle
but the hearts of gunmen feel tingle.
The pimps and whores go sour
but power-cut no more.
You moms, dare not walk out in single.
Jesus, Buddha and the Hindus have given more rights
for the women to drink, dance and earn through the nights.
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