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Part 2 of 2 in the Series Property Of A Lady by Abubakar Abubakar

Indigo Girl

You wore an indigo, let me guess
Last time I saw you was in a photo
Now all I wish to get from you is a cameo
You the one I would like to call my widow
The tenderness of your love is like that of a whitlow..

I am raising my voice to sing for you I am not using falsetto
See here my tempo is not in an allegro
To protect you I got enlisted in judo
Even though am lumbering I will walk to reach you at the gulf of Mexico
Burden of your love weight cannot be measured in kilo
Pretty girl you my love monitor
Your presence cleans me up like a janitor
Last time we met I look like an anonymous to you..

Let me down I am having an attack of a vertigo
In your absence I only remain a no show
Simple pendulum girl let me know am I a specimen to you?
Please go easy girl you are my single dose regimen.

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