My love why are you so proud?
When pride can cost you your beloved,
You grew up in this deep desire,
That some day you will be amour,
You learned to flirt with young hearts,
And flaunt your desire in shirts skirts,
You were lucky to attract your beloved,
To enjoy the warmth of his bed,
Then something went wrong in your head,
Instead of becoming his one and only,
You enslaved him by your beauty slowly,
Now you lament being a slave’s lady,
Isn’t that ironic my dear proud majesty?