Dream was as before
Not so good music so looks like shore

Many fashion less doctor
Becoming mad after drink I'm the monitor

Old people everywhere
There is one young girl sitting there

Later on I talked on my phone
To my sisters who are at the home

After having drink of one or two
I could not believe how when and who

Came the flood of beauty the whole way
One of them I cannot forget the whole days

One piece was her dress
Looking like the black colour queen in the chess

Pencil in her feet with net in her legs
A bomb like her everyday was in my beggs

She came and sat next to my seat
Nun of the girl hear can be equal or beat

Her name is Simran I came to know later
Whiskey and red whine was her demand by the waitre

We had our first virtual kiss
As I used the same bottle of the miss

All my fashion queen sister
We're not even near to my kisser

Her sarcasm was adult type
My king down was getting really hype

Her young sister was messing up. the whole thing
I really want to slap her and be the elder ones king

First time in life I was scared to stand
All problem was down in my guitars band

At last she said that she liked my eyes
This is not the way of saying byes

Leave that bye my blackberry
Hope will be to be your cherry

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