You ain’t right for me
But shall I wait to fall in love with you?
The flowers in my garden has not blossomed in this month of spring
But shall I wait for a delivery of bouquet at my doorsteps?
But shall I wait for a delivery of bouquet at my doorsteps?
The lampshade on my bedside table is not sufficiently lit
But shall I wait for the deep seated tunnel of darkness
Inside me to explode?
Inside me to explode?
The claws of the vampire are not out yet
But shall I wait for him to have a luscious bite of me?
I have not yet been to an asylum yet
But shall I wait for the madness of my pride to burst out
open wide in public?
I have not been taken on a ride since a long long time
But shall I wait for the car in my garage to drive me over?
The hunk in the white tuxedo is smiling right at me
But shall I wait for him to make a pass at me?
I have always loved the smell of new books
But shall I wait for the books in my shelf to gather a handful
Of dust?
I may have been outcasted by my community folks
But shall I wait for them to take a grounded stand against me?
Those cocky guys are bonding well and furtively forming
their very own ‘bro code’
But shall I wait for my girls to come up with
Something of a ‘sis code’?
The girl inside me is fidgety over her new look
But shall I wait for her fragility to backfire?
The gardener in my lawn savours his job a tad too much
But shall I wait for my eyes to see past the nauseated dust
besieging him?
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