THE GIRL NEXT DOOR

I wooed a girl next door,
But she said no 'cos I was poor,
Yet, I loved her all the more,
She said she wanted to ask her friends first,
And she'd also asked her mom,
If they all thought me best,
But they said she shouldn't marry a poor youngster,
Born by a wretched and poor father.

After few years, she saw me in a ride,
She stood, waving by the road side,
She thought the car was mine, a black Cadillac,
Thouh she waved, I couldn't stop, 'cos of my boss, sitting right at my back.

That same night, I met missed calls on my phone,
When I called back, she said she just wanted to say 'Hi!'
To which I replied 'same also from this side',
Then she asked if I was at home and alone,
And I replied, 'yes am at home but am not alone'
And please who's on the line 'cos I lost my phone.

Another day I was riding in the same car,
The same model of car, the Cadillac,
It was actually my favorite car,
It has tinted glasses, and the colour was black.

She was again at the road side, so I decided to give her a ride,
Remembering the past, I swelled up with with pride,
Thank goodness, my boss wasn't around,
He hasn't been for a while, he travelled to England.

In the car, after a little chat, we...