Abdicate the throne of my heart and get ‘way
With all your smiles, fake sulks and sudden glares.
Don't push the friends to engage in a love-fray
And bear the pangs of envy and rumour-wares.
You want to be a glamorous star
And receive the glances from all around.
Your folk see you among them a dark scar
but you don't mind it and make men in lures drowned.
You give your person to all but heart to none!
What a culture you've got, the shameless brute!
When women struggle their families to run
you unabashed ogler often change route.
Abandon me to the care of my grievous fate
as I tumbled to your tricks by a fortune late.
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