When saying something too much too often
It then holds no meaning
But still I can never say this enough, thank you Mirah

From tomorrow onwards my schedule for work is more relaxed
Working hours for a part timer, 6pm to closing tomorrow
Happy can?
The past week I've been working my sweat off
Hey it's all for the shopping trip with the dearest skateboard!

Meow!
Curiosity killed the cat
Hope; shan't cling this time around
No need to say a word it's so clear
It was the last thing I needed to hear
Tell me how I got it wrong
No one could just come along
And take you away from me

When Iman say that boys have their own talks too
Sometimes I wonder what is it
Girls; we gossip, boy watch, shop and go bonkers on great dessert
That's the majority
Tell me, what do you boys talk about?

When I say I'm not that kinda girl
I once pity myself and now I pity you
But I must say sorry for that?

Vexed at the way how it's going on now
Well sometimes
Like a reusable toilet paper
You used, again and again
Soft and weak are my excuses
To give way so as not to be rude
The chase was just thrilling I guess
Now it's done
Who's left burnt?

They're my hangouts
We just meet, sit and talk
Or maybe bull throughout the night
I laughed and clapped my hands away
Afro always say like indian
It was good
But it can be better

This is never enough
You still fhucking linger