It is being long am on the road.

Every morning I return home

Not house & settle down in corner.

The dark mushy corner I like a lot

The tremble on the strings of web,

The buzz of flies & mosquitoes

Oh I love them lot…a lot…

If you want, can offer your hand

I’ll like to go away with you

On a dinner or lunch or movie…

If you want me in your bed I’ll;

I’ll make love to you & will let you…

But I’ll return to the corner

‘Cause this is where I belong…

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