You be de correct sugar for my garri,
And I love you pass all girls for Warri.
You be de apple for my own eyes,
If no be you I go die frozen like ice.
You dey homely like ofada rice,
We no go fight again like cat & mice.
You be my ogbenga orishirishi for egusi soup,
Soon I go buy for you a mercedes coupe.
You be the only Christmas clothe for my wardrope,
If you leave me,walai, I go hang myself with a rope.
My endless love & African angel with you I no fit sleep,
Even my own people say you don turn me to a sheep.
At this season of Valen-wetin and always,
My bodi,heart, & pocket na for you always.