Comments about Daisylou Quiambao
For My Goddess
Come here my muse,
for I had offered you my blood
You have nothing to lose,
for a person who once fell in the mud.
Give me wisdom or give me money,
make me happy or make me grumpy,
or sour or much sweeter than honey,
or make that little kid humpy.
Please help me,
I will offer you everything,
I will be somebody and be your follower will be,
and all and all, I will give you anything.