Every night I waited for you
My door never closed before you
But alas...for a week where have you been
Where did thou disappear...
Its the same blood that runs in our bodies
Its the same place we both liked
My arms miss your kisses...
Oh my dearest...
Is it the weed?
Is it the people around?
Is it the rains?
What prolongs your visit?
Upon the hills I searched
Down in the valleys I wailed
Like a bee looking for a flower
I searched for you night after night
Now I am not so much of a bitch
To let others upon me
Like a lover waiting his beloved
I shall wait for your itchy kiss...
Oh my dear mosquito...