WHO: Some remarkable (and extremely astonishing) friend of mine.
WHAT: Another reason to “speak of she” before the sun shine.
HOW: How does anything like this happen; youthful exuberance? … fine !
WHEN: Some time back…. just before i lost my rhyme
WHERE: It all started , while we sat there to dine …
WHY: I wasnt saying…but since i did bet on it i had to write it down !

The question remains still, who and why we are here and what to do
But if you listen to my story, and i promise -some parts- are to be true
Like at first, like only few do, lovable loved ravishing, i tried not to notice
As didnt want her then so ordered i, more gin with long glasses with ice

She is the kind of girls that tells me “Me and Mil Gibson are through !!”"
And am like, all i could say, a girl gotta do what a girl gotta do !!
You have to be nice to her, and thank her for allowing you to be so
And after you’re slapped -like a lot- try and hit back and she’d shout: NO!
Her favourtite two subjects are her hair and her
But her, she is georgous, or so she thinks, so lets be fair
At her finest times, she might use her heaven’s sent free will
And if you are lucky, when you dine , she would pay-her own- bill
It doesnt matter if she is single, and you got nothing to loose
She’d “kick yer arse” and while at it, might call up tom cruise
Whatever you’d think of her preferences is your opinion and not necessarily mine
Just try not to be too judgmental , and am sure we will get along just fine
No am not scared of her !!! as i just dont pay your bills and you dont pay mine
She’d take your breathe away and she’d sigh”oh, so funny”
And still take your porsche cayenne, home and your money
Even scared from new relationships though yearns for a new romance
Still some and many scrub up quite presentably, if given half a chance
Lets back to tell, she’d never forget an important date
You just dont have to mind it, when she is a little late
Her friends cannot tell their friends, i can just get her
Nah, in their dreams, she’d just say i might do better
And she doesn’t have a problem expressing her feeling
Except when she is lieing, she keeps staring up the ceiling
Now scientists want DNA, facts, and probably might ask for a sample
But “luckily?” all I have is a false theory with an accurate example
As, for writing this lyric, she keeps me up a little before AM 3:00
Thought easier to call her, as i do, call her, my triple three
But again, you cant just keep pushing your luck twice and thrice
And again i order, more gin with long glasses of ice