Give Back My Glove

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

I did not kill my lovely wife.
I did not slash her with a knife.

I did not bonk her on the head.
I did not know that she was dead.

I stayed at home that fateful night.
I took a cab, then took a flight.

The bag I had was just for me.
My bag! My bag! Hey, leave it be.

When I came home I had a gash.
My hand was cut from broken glass.

I cut my hand on broken glass.
A broken glass did cause that gash.

I have nothing, nothing to hide.
My friend, he took me for a ride.

Did you take this person's life?
Did you do it with a knife?

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not anytime.

Did you hit her from above?
Did you drop this bloody glove?

I did not hit her from above.
I cannot even wear that glove.

I did not do it with a knife.
I did not, could not kill my wife.

I did not do this awful crime.
I could not, would not, not anytime.

And now I'm free, I can return
To my house for which I yearn.

And to my family whom I love.
Hey now I'm free -- Give back my glove!!

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Larry came into my bar

Every day to drink two beers.

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Of all the things I've ever said,

Of all the tears I've ever shed,

Of all the thi

Be The Best Of Whatever Who You Are

If you can't be a pine on the top of the hill,

Be a scrub in the valley — but be

pyaar fir se hone laga

 

सपने लेने छोड़ दिया था, लगा था तन�

Greed.....

When we were born with no possession.

The love received was our concession.

No wo

Could You Be The One?

It feels good to be in your arms,

to feel the warmth of your touch.

I love to loo

desh bhakti geet

सरफ़रोशी की तमन्ना अब हमारे दिल में ह

MAR JAATE HAI

नई सदी से मिल रही दर्द भरी सौगात,

 

A Choice Is Mine

Life may not let me select my lot,

But whether I'd be happy or not...

That is my

Best Friend

You're a very special person.

I'm glad that you're my friend,

For when I need a l