The
foreigners
Men
or women
Prowling
in the net
They
have one thing in common
It
isn't about love
It
isn't about scoring sheets
It
is about getting easy life
On
the people who believe easily
They
send love letters
Covering
in romantic illusion
Only
the lonely souls will fall prey
These
foreigners are after money
When
the target has fallen
He
or she will disappear
Why
hang around?
When
the prey has milked dry
The
stories of broken hearts
The
pain of losing all the money
Thinking
of finding soul mates
It
is just hit and run romance
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