I love you dear Khakamada
(It is my greatest hugger-mugger),
I very like your lips in rouge
- Oh, such good wine needs no bush!
I hope it will come my way,
You heat me up in night and day.
The way you coming in with smile
Not so as a rank and file!
I want to sink into your eyes
(And lips of yours are so nice!),
To see you every time is kife
- The President of all my life!
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