My Long Hair Is Unfaithful To Me
My long hair is unfaithful to me
waving to every man in streets
in office, she sits on my cheek humbly
listening, miming softly speaking her heart
to my boss and gentlemen around
and on our way home she is restless
always at my back peeping, waving
like a little teenage girl she smiles widely
when I move my ears near her chest
I hear her heart pulsating with hot love
and lips whisper;
“I love you, sweet-heart, dear mine!
lets escape to ourselves at the forests
and there we shall let this woman to go
so that we remain counting stars at night
and count and count them till dawn.”
A lady of dignity I am but this hair is
my greatest rival, my deepest sorrow!
gentlemen give her great sweet attention
when I ask her to squat on my head a day
they bitterly complain and sweat ill-talking
about how I am unfairly brutal to her
but the ladies with me rejoice and laugh
How I can share same bed and office,
with this long hair so unfaithful to me?
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