He stole my heart. He stole my eggs
About two days ago, I asked a friend for a lullaby to get me to sleep and she sent me the above song. I hope you noticed it was a ‘she’. If you know this song, you would agree with me it is a far cry from a lullaby unless you are currently heartbroken and your mind is working on reverse psychology.
Summary of the song is that the lady’s heart has been ‘stolen’ by a guy. So she calls him tiff… “Ole”. Smh, people making ‘ole’ sound so cool and innocent.
This reminds me of some really hungry thieves who used to visit us when I was still very little. My knowledge of these thieves comes from often repeated stories from my brothers and my mother.
These guys came the first day and tried to present themselves as sophisticated thieves who order people to open their doors or get…
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