Ow Samantha
This girl got nerves,
She wanted to serve,
While i was not interested in her curves,
But she knew what was my weakness
She called me babes,
And i started to melt,
I put her on my chest,
Where she started telling me her tales,
And i could feel her pains,
Not realising it was all being faked,
If i were fat i would probably faint,
The kitchen was too hot i could'nt even eat what i baked,
You were not there,
But God was there to witness,
When she told me she was away on a funeral,
Of her grandfather who was her God father,
I stepped down from being her lover,
To be her step brother,
After a while i was told Samantha was lying,
She was away on vacation with another lover,
And she is engaged,,
I could'nt believe it though i saw the ring,
Because i was told it is a gift,,
This was now a moment of madness,,
Like Steve i Began to Wonder,,
Like a Detective i started asking questions,
Samantha!
Was i so blind for you to look into my eyes,
And tell me lies?
I thought you were kind,
But you,,,you took my heart by storm,
Then you decided to treat me like flue you bought me stone,
I use to walk tall in the streets,
Telling myself that i am a Topdawg,
And yes i was a Topdawg in Hongkong,
Because our love was a Fongkong,
Why was i always the one making phone calls?
All she could do was to send a please call,
Things we do for love,
We pretend to love,
We pretend to laugh,
Even when things are taugh,
Mzwandile Kingzwai Mthiya
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