VERSE I
Good luck chasing shadows
Good luck chasing the wind
I need a lady not a daughter
A friend and not acquittance
Heart's playmaker, not a fighter
But one with bonds and chemistry.
VERSE II
I need a soulmate not any Cecilia,
Cherishing random flings on fense;
Irrespective of the beast and beauty
I need a home builder not a bulldozer
A good girl is a broken heart repairer
But in a crazy world, who will be a lover
VERSE III
When all appealing the heart these days
Are either seriously occupied,
Happily married, or confused,
Chasing the wind that must have a trace
Of height, thick or thin with pretty face
And white black shadow complexion race.
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