I love her,
Even with excessive make up,
She loves dyeing her face and hair,
She adores me, but
She frequently forgets my name,
Even it is always the same,
While in every color,
Her face and body appear,
I constantly identify her,
Whatever,
Her face and hair
Do violently change,
Her identical rage,
In very attractive body cage;
Only once I thought,
She was my coffee
In the golden cup.

Written by
Jamal Abboud