No connection I find between earthquake and rain br Yet she shakes and cries for the deeds I did last night br At a restaurant I took a plate of fried rice br and two pieces of boneless fish br And rubbed a title chicks against chicks br and kissed the pod- lips of white lies br but I wonder what is that to her br what's the relation the mother of truth has with me! br I did not do anything and kept myself aloof br to save my skin and avoid her bitter taste br I took shelter and hid behind the back of half-truths br To re-look and re-think to fit again my ill-schemes br But when I was asked I said that for a while I went for a ride br With my friend for little recreation and to refresh my mood br This untrue fact she took to her mind br and at heart it hit her lousy hard br Since then in another room br secretly the mother of truth br severely shakes and bitterly cries br for the love I made with the dirty lies last nightbr br Abdul Wahabbr br