Pretty Dolly,

Waiting for prey daily,

And when she finds him,

She’ll hold him by the tie

And tell him a good lie,

Till with her he lies.

 

Oh the silly man,

Who in her trap falls,

If she dares to find

That some more money he has,

When at dawn he would rise,

She’d be there like a fly

To hold him by the tie

And say the big lie,

“My soul is yours to keep,

Please do not leave me.

Love me one more time.”

 

Pretty Dolly is simply

The folly of the jolly,

Who never learn from their journey

Till they hit their misery!

Better run from her luring!

Your days will be sweeter

If her path you never enter.

And your ways much purer

If you learn to keep running

Whenever you see her stand lurking,

Waiting for prey daily.

 

Pretty Dolly,

Stands at the gate of Hell,

Or sometimes waits for prey,

At the corner of Sheol.

And if you fall for her folly,

She’d lead you to her house of Death.

 

Pretty Dolly,

A whore in town.

Oh, pretty Dolly.

 

 

                                                                      ~ Peace Nkeiruka

                                                                   Nigeria