You see, what I have such as nose, eyebrows, lips
They are nothing special
My eyes are not too sharp stabbing
I really an ordinary woman
But I could be a fire for your desires
I could also be your guardian angel
Even turned into an evil on you
It depends on how you treat me
(I am who the simple woman)
If you know who I am - I am the simple ones
Look, my eyes are not too sharp stabbing
However, you will not find a lake of tears there
Because I faced my days with a smiles not tears
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