Begging of boys

 Its a time for a fiesta
You are not giving any time for a siesta
It's high time for high music and booze to flow,
Let the breath be wreckless,
Let the heart blow from emociĆ³n,

Moves of your's are killing the dance floor,
Sweat on your body raises the heat of abutting,
We now need drips of glucose,
To match your cuteness,
And the potency of your moves at least one time.

The cuteness of your right,
Shyness on your left,
Red lips and shinning nose ring,
Provoke boys to match your footsteps,
But they are not able to do so.

Your capacity to get drunk,
Your capacity to dance so long,
And your beauty,
Is now not handle by boys
So they request to leave the dance floor.









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