Just rhymes;

there was no choice
to lower my voice
I got carried away
I was driving a rolls-Royce
I can never make my
dear ones laugh
thats despite of the fact that
I am a goofy slap
I keep harping on
on that dull little tune
my papa hears that
he’d bring me a good one soon
I was crying for a toy
my mama said “cut it out, you are a grown up boy”
Some body apparently told her “boys don’t cry”
From the age of 25, I have been so shy
I went up for higher studies
I have been going higher and high
In the middle of no-man’s land
I have been known as “a man-so-dry”.

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