She was looking pretty As fair as the moon nitty gritty But her face was radiating fear My chances looked crystal clear
Her black dress till thighs My hormones getting sky high Her stormy hair, flaring in air I shouted with cunning smile, "Madam, where? "
"Bhaiya, just to the next building" She nodded Using the brotherzone trick, to safeguard her body But I was high on testosterone No values, no ethics, morals of a moron
I held her hand and trashed her on the road Undressed her soul, bare dignity groped I enjoyed more, the more she cried Raping her body, raping the pride
Her dress was short, wasn't my fault Dark late night, pity man's call It's good enough that she was raped She deserved it, every rapist said During the trial, I acted as if I'm the victim Short dress late night she was tripping
Hardly 4 years, then I'll be free again Life's lost for somebody else, she's in real pain