Lovers Galore First you asked for a car, not a small but a big one First you asked for a car, not a small but a big one Made me sell whatever farmland I had left Made me sell whatever farmland I had left What should I say about you? My mother wont find sons, But you have lovers galore, My mother wont find sons But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore. You used to wear Cotton County, he uprgaded you to Gant You would rot in a PG*, so he got you a flat. Now you play your tricks after making Chandigarh my Mecca My mother wont find sons, But you have lovers galore, My mother wont find sons you have lovers galore. A newcomer from the village, I saw girls, saw villas, fancy cars, and sector 17** All of which enamoured me And snatched my values away from me. On top of that, I met you, At first I thought my fate had been blessed Surely you remember everything, Have you forgotten now? You would show tantrums, and I bore them quietly Youd empty my pockets, and I bore it quietly A woman has 365 personalities, said the wise man from Threeke*** Now hear me lass, enough false promises Words of promise from your mouth are without worth. Youre gonna get a hard whack, You have only one great fault, Your pestering never stops. My mother wont find sons, But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore Your pestering never stops. It was my father who paid for everything, Here his son is making merry while he toils and rots, Makes a train of ATM deposits, from morn till night. My mother wont find sons, But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore. Take the notion out of your head that Ill leave my parents, If there is something I should leave, let me be the judge of it. They have black hearts, my brothers, and pretty faces, My mother wont find sons, But you have lovers galore, My mother wont find sons But you have lovers galore, My mother wont find sons But you have lovers galore, you have lovers galore.
Posted on: Fri, 17 Oct 2014 03:31:05 +0000
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