Behold the boldest barge into my room without fear
Pierced through an opening by the Window
And never cared to try a knock
The room is mine and not a place where you rock!
What do you seek in my quite place?
Never complained I lack illumination
Be warned, my room is not a farmland,
Where you dance with your legs well spread!
Are you now weary of the duty bestowed on you,
That you now want to take shelter under my roof,
Or is something hotter out there after your life?
In my hands lies no such power to separate you both.
Down on my knees I am, pleading
Go back to the field where you belong
For you are harsh and wicked
You silenced the voice of my Air-Conditioner
Since you are stubborn and daft
In the hands of the night I leave the matter.