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I like it when you call me at night,

I like it when sometimes we fight,

I like the way you stare,

And you are always aware.

I like it when you call me 'cik adik'

Or when you threat 'nak cekik'

And sometimes you are supporting,

I even blushed when you are praising.

Now the fact that you didn't call,

So I tried hard not to fall,

Every night I looked at the wall

Hoping and waiting but nothing at all.