We were good
Little outings
Little indoors
And then we were not
Somehow, somewhat
It seems I have given an impression
This Impression
That you need not wine or dine me
That we are all good
Without the wine, glam and clam
We are not good!
I may not demand
Wine or fine dining
A lady needs to be feel cherished
Not become spring onions in gari
Nobody cares whether it is there or not
Woo me, wine me, dine me
Like of old
When love was new
And talk was abundant
When news came from you to me first!
Not like now
When the mind forget to share
And actions say "you are not important to me"
