Come, sit; it's another day to be beautiful,
Let the sheer butter glow on your skin,
Let your confidence portray your independence,
Your beauty can't be expressed by a sentence.

Come, sit; let me dress your hair to perfection,
With that, there will be no other selection,
A maiden fit for King,
Bound by the fragrance of favor,
Soon this will be something to honor.

Cheer up my heartbeat,
Tell me what you would like to eat,
And I will grill the sweetest meat,
You Shouldn't mess up your nails,
I Want you to be as pretty as you can be.

Since am old and wrinkled,
I won't allow anything on you to be tangled,
So shoot us out of this poverty with the perfect racket,
You are my hope and our meal ticket.

Don't forget all you learn,
Some of us are not born lucky,
Without you tomorrow will be a fantasy,
So my dearest, buy me a dream,
And win the heart of a prince.












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