fashion our love to suit modern trends
weekends we meet in discos and pubs
rest of the week strangers we pretend
sundays we freak and have nice grub
parents are pestering me to tie the nuptial knot
just thinking of it makes me crazy wild and hot
dont keep me guessing for such a long time
young and rich i am and in my prime
i have with me everything you need
dont pull me down and make me plead
some day one day you have to be mine
when i say this why do you whine
say yes to me and everything will be fine
dont make me croon again
with the same old boring lines
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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