Those sweet nothings he whispered to me,
In those luxurious hotel rooms
At midnight… made me forget.

I forgot about my bed at home
Made of a grass mat and an old sponge

The delicious food from those fancy restaurants
Made me forget
How we went to bed on an empty stomach on other days

The shopping sprees
And monetary gifts…

Made me forget
How we’d sometimes need money
For basic things and electricity,
For a while I’d forget
Of my poverty and lack of things
But the price I paid was too high

I paid with sleepless, lonely nights
By dragging my family name into mud
By sleeping with old, married, family men

Just to provide for my family
The sugar tasted bitter