I walked out in the streets
Disguised in my decent outfit
The players eyed on me
But I avoid contacts there maybe
What thrills I gave them were their fantasy
The challenge of flying kites
The techniques of pulling strings
The strings are in my hands
And every tug will makes you swirl in your pants
The thrill of feeling wanted yet dun wanna be
I am the player among you players...don't you just hate me?
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