Sitting in the isle side of the bed
waiting for the special charm
That\'s gone take time
To win the fruit of the unknown
Not knowing what\'s going to happen
handsome, fence and the notion of charm he carries with him
she takes him for granted
gets him angry
he suffers with a smile in the face
she defines him into a rare exotic beat
she presents him as a wasted talent to the outsiders
its takes abstract notion to understand the way she drives him
she is a fruit sent from the heaven for him
she sees him as a distorted prince that needs to be polished
He is prince that rules a rare band of beats with a special
charm on his face he creates a heaven down here
WAITING FOR THE SPECIAL CHARM