A hind door of a car opened at the traffic signal
A fair girl with sharp aspect got down
She then closed it as if
She locked the door of her love mansion
In a pink and white striped shirt
And her casual blue jeans
She walked like a queen and road is her own
Took notice then, that she was to be known
As a friend to whom many lost their heart
But she wasn't willing to hold any of theirs
For she doesn't have her own heart
She said she lost her's to a handsome man
For me, he was some unknown
However, I lost mine too at the very place she walked
I, in the tiny glance, lost mine in her mighty gait
And to reveal that name I feel shy
For me, she is an angel while others call her .......
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