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A Prayer to a Player

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Oh hear my cry!
I beseech you to at least try.
It is not one of those songs.
You already know to whom it belongs.
It is a prayer to a player.
A prayer from the the played to the player
Saying, don't hurt me.
Please don't hurt me.
My love is strong but my heart is feeble
Please just live me single.
Don't hurt me.

You are the ladies' man.
Yeah, the men's lady.
That I know already.
Please don't hurt me.
You get whoever you want at a snap
Because you have what it takes.
The looks, the skills and the fakes.
Yeah, you're professional in what you do.
If counting me among your preys is your mission,
Please reconsider that decision.
Don't hurt me.

Please don't hurt me.
Am a packaged water, not a flowing stream.
Don't say you want to have a taste.
You'll end up destroying the package and making  the content a waste.
Don't hurt me. 
You want me, you let me know.
You truly love me, let it show.
If not, let me go.
Please don't hurt me.
There is someone out there on me waiting.
Don't delay me claiming we're dating.
Please don't hurt me.

I have no time to in life to waste.
Don't delay me because of your urge to taste.
Life is too short.
I should be left to take my love shot.
Please don't hurt me.
Allow me to meet my soulmate.
Do not let my food rot on your jolly plate.
Time is running out and i don't want to be late.
Don't hurt me.
My love is strong but my heart is feeble
Please, just live me single.
Amen.
Amen.

  • Wise Makafui Afun.

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