Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, —
There's no woman, a man can trust;
So you have no woman, and no sorrow,
She's here today, and will go tomorrow.
You may think that she is innocent,
It's true, but you'll found by percent;
Never get attached to them, but behold,
If the heart is available or already sold.
She's so clever at playing with heart,
Never be idle, keep your mind alert;
You have no idea about her intention,
To enter your life without hesitation.
She will change into terrible a ghost,
Your life won't be saved at any cost;
Thus, precaution will be fair and good,
If you're scared and haven't understood.
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