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I finished my song A pleasant groupie named Husref.
Midnight in Sarajevo, tequila fuels the bar,
Ivory keys and candlelight, I was playin’ like a star.
Then he walked in denim eyes, that smirk could start a war,
Said, “Play me something dangerous,” I said, “You’ve been here before.”
The city hummed like static under rain,
He whispered my name like a prayer and a flame.
Oh, Husref, you pleasant little sin,
You pulled me in with that wicked grin.
Your hands on my skin like a melody’s breath,
I lost my soul to a groupie named Husref.
We stumbled through the moonlight, down Ferhadija street,
His jacket smelled like trouble, his heartbeat skipped the beat.
We crashed into the rhythm, lips on fire and wine,
He played me like a grand piano, every note divine.
The city blurred to colors, gold and red,
He said, “Don’t fall for me,” but I already did.
Oh, Husref, you pleasant little sin,
You pulled me in with that wicked grin.
Your hands on my skin like a melody’s breath,
I lost my soul to a groupie named Husref.
Morning light through hotel blinds,
Empty glass, his ghost, my mind.
He left a note “See you next show,”
Guess rock and roll’s the only home we know.
Sarajevo’s sleeping, but my heart’s awake,
Husref, you’re the sweetest mistake…
Oh, Husref, you pleasant little sin,
The kind of chaos I’d fall for again.
You burned like a song that I can’t forget,
My one-night symphony
Husref.
Yeah, Husref…
Just a pleasant groupie,
But damn, what a duet.
Posted 11/2/2025, 1:00 AM