And I think she is mafia.
Shes a BOMB herself.
Now, that's a handy weapon.
She also sells opium
For when I near her
I get a high.
An expert in unarmed combat,
She just has to touch me.
And I cave in.
Shes got weapons hidden
Underneath her jacket
That could blow my head apart.
She avoids the public glare.
Prefers `secret' redenzvous.
But I dare not.
For I am a man of virtues,
A man quite chaste.
Joining a mafioso is ....er..
Not upto my taste!!!
- jamshed `Corleone' rajan
