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Devdas 2009 A.D. A wiry village lad goes to London And gets an education Rings up childhood sweetheart Getting off in cold suburbia In town, all he wants is to grab her Butt, boobs and the rest Love? When she gets married He sinks in booze and broads Wastrel of a man Lusting for love, running from life A creature of the dark An epic tragic hero? Call him Dev D or Joe He needs a woman A mother, a lover To rescue him from phantasma A loser in the city of women Sounds familiar? Get a new fix, man Your body stinks And your soul is drowned In a bowl of tear-stained heaven Paro is gone, so may Chanda If your breath smells She may dump you Before your next Vodka Dev D, cool dude Smell the coffee.
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