Twenty twenty-two
That little girl got me woe
I became inferior as I was in a hurry
I wish she'd cooked our curry
So I said sorry and went with the flow
If at all she thinks I would have bowed
Now I'm free and I'm flying
That little girl, I tell you
Would have me dying
No matter what!
Was my call,
I was the only one
Who every time falls
I made up my mind
And breakthrough the walls
Everyone judges me and I know what crawls..