Hey, hey, hey, my love,
I don't need a manager
to say that I love
& I need you.

Bite my bottom lip,
so playfully,
In this world of
commercialism
and zombies.

Stay the count-less days,
in bed together,
Nothing like chants
of  eyes of prayers
between two lovers.

This world was black & white,
Now its been finally colorized,
by sinners and not by saints,
or maybe we were never tainted.