All was good least that's what i thought
embracing the simple, living humble
producing sustainance by ancient methods
then came Shakera
slim, dark and mystery eyes
and something-something that makes desire thrive
does she feel what am feeling too?
sophisticated girl in white and blue
now i think to envy a powerful don
or mr. money gates of the united states
my comfort zone is been outdone
no drink, no drug cannot console
the disturbance i am feeling
could be she doesn't give a hair
i be a pauper or a millionaire
maybe to her i am transparent
though right now that isn't clear
regardless how she does conclude
this i know and hope forever
i never want to extricate me
from the wonderful influence
of this my shakera's sweet persona.
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