He's not Hafeez

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My sister, had a boyfriend - called Hafeez,
He'd come to the house once or seven times a week,



They loved each other. That, I know.
I wished to have that someday I thought so,

They'd be in her room laughing for hours,
That should be no sin I guess, At least not ours.

And then he'd go home and she'd still be smiling

One day it rained,
And my sister cried.
When I asked, she said,
"it's over, Hafeez left"

She never smiled again,
Not even at a joke.
She stopped giggling,
And took nothing but coke.

One day we went out,
And she met another boy,
A handsome one - I must say,

She smiled for once, in a very long time.
He took her number, and said he'd call,
He did call - about seven times or more,

But she didn't pick up instead she smiled a sad smile,

Showing no teeth, then she said
"He's not Hafeez"

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