Nyco - Dear Mister

It's late at night
She's on her way home
Warm street lights
A beautiful scene
Someone walks by
Alone, lost in his phone
Rain drums softly
On her umbrella
Boots get wet and soaked
By the water
Absent mind
She's lost in her own time
Please don't turn back
He stops in his tracks
Mister, don't talk to me
I wanna feel the raindrops on my skin
Mister, don't come to me
I told my mom that I'd be at home by eight
Please don't make her wait
The dirty looks
She's felt all this before
Covered in coat
Get off, she ain't your cheap whore
Wet cold hands are digging for treasure
Please let her go
What's with his ego
Mister, don't talk to me
I wanna feel the raindrops on my skin
Mister, don't come to me
I told my mom that I'd be at home by eight
Mister, don't come to me
I told my mom that I'd be at home by eight
Please don't make her wait

Written by:
Conny Zhu

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