Since then been carrying water in that 600ml bottle.
The one she lured me with in the scorching heat
When my throat was dying for a drink
You need it more than anything now sir
Said she her thatched shop in the land of nowhere
I yielded for the price was not too high
For a thirsty soul passing by
On the highway happened the fair deal
She had one less to sell
I had my fill
Like the car sir our body too needs oil
Said between smiles the woman of the soil
For once I loved her piece of wisdom
The unpretentious savior, proud owner of her queendom
Dunno why since then
I’ve been holding onto that bottle
As my fairest bargain!
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 5:35 AM UTC
Since then been carrying water in that 600ml bottle.
The one she lured me with in the scorching heat
When my throat was dying for a drink
You need it more than anything now sir
Said she her thatched shop in the land of nowhere
I yielded for the price was not too high
For a thirsty soul passing by
On the highway happened the fair deal
She had one less to sell
I had my fill
Like the car sir our body too needs oil
Said between smiles the woman of the soil
For once I loved her piece of wisdom
The unpretentious savior, proud owner of her queendom
Dunno why since then
I’ve been holding onto that bottle
As my fairest bargain!
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