The streets were never empty
Her stomach was always full
In day
It was full of light
Full of happy or sad faces
Full of voyagers
Full of chatters

When the night arrives
It becomes the valley of dark
Varieties of shades everywhere
The Shades which have different keys
The keys to another universe
The keys to revenge
The keys to satisfaction
I am told that a lucky chap got love too

Money can buy satisfaction
Satisfaction makes you happy
Yeah...!!!!
You are that rebel who rised the tall finger
To the one who said money cant buy happiness

There she is
Around that shady corner
In a velvet slutty...