Eden
How many front rows have we passes together
How many times have we walked, all alone
How many women have I watched you take to your bed?
There is no room for the three of us
My ego, my needs and the romantic affections you proclaim for me
I will not let them pursue me
Like some prize, twisted on some peddle stool for your selfish desire
How many times have we walked, all alone
How many women have I watched you take to your bed?
There is no room for the three of us
My ego, my needs and the romantic affections you proclaim for me
I will not let them pursue me
Like some prize, twisted on some peddle stool for your selfish desire
Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Takyi Mensah, Unarine Rambani, Misa Misa Narrates Masokameng, K Leteane
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