Credits :Adwita Pant
Click clock she walks the streets,
Her head held high and tone discreet,
An air of grace, with a tinge of pride,
She likes her prey grilled, sometimes fried
Eat sleep rave repeat
The bank-stress on the loose with effortless ease
Her pet names go from monster to bitch,
They all pray to make her switch,
And switch she does like a change of dress,
FIVE, and counting- it's not enough for the bank-stress!
Click clock she walks the streets,
Her head held high and tone discreet,
An air of grace, with a tinge of pride,
She likes her prey grilled, sometimes fried
Eat sleep rave repeat
The bank-stress on the loose with effortless ease
Her pet names go from monster to bitch,
They all pray to make her switch,
And switch she does like a change of dress,
FIVE, and counting- it's not enough for the bank-stress!
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