One Priyanka’s pretty, the other one’s a dime
One Priyanka’s famous, the other one is mine.
One Priyanka followed me looking for Ethiopian sees.
One doesn’t rely on Djibouti, and chaats her fingers neat.
One Priyanka married her firanji savior, call him Jonas brother.
My Priyanka couldn’t ever be compared to yet another.
My Priyanka’s my bronzed golden penny, the other one’s a nickel
One Priyanka’s exotic, and my Priyanka’s to be tickled
One Priyanka can sing dance and sing, the other one’s the truth
One Priyanka never learned about John Wilkes Booth.
One Priyanka remains silent when she had supporters in the drains
My Priyanka listens to me and asks me have you gone insane?
One Priyanka is incredulous, the other one unbelieving
My Priyanka asks me really? Will we have another meeting?
The Answer: Of Course; And many mores! let us rectify love together! ~ Your Radha ~
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