When I think about an ideal girl in my life,
I think about a coffee skinned girl to be my wife.
Although some of my friends will put Asunder,
I know my mother will sing to the Lord and praise, Alleluia.

She is a trophy wife in my Cupboard,
My friends tried to woo her with their Convoy.
They had no problems in life because, they were rich and their father married a snitch.
But my baby girl doesn’t want to marry someone who will switch.
She wants our love to be like that of a wizard and a witch.
From her beautiful Skin to her Waist,
I could probably eat what she gives me because of its beautiful taste.
Although she is stocked with her ex who bothers her,
am confident and I know I am the one for her.

Your French Name alone Worths dying for,
if Jesus Christ didn’t die then I will die for love.
The feelings I have when I hear your name,
worths more than all the money and all the Fame.

Your Bride price payment should be showcased in a museum,
Your traditional attire smells better than a French perfume,
Your words spoken is more than I presume,
you are a brown skin girl, the song was played and resumed.

Our wedding should be the one of the century
the I do ‘s were done and not forcefully
we shared a kiss before God and man and the claps were beautifully
made in unison and no comparison

Although all my friends say am I player.
I changed when you hugged me like a slayer.
I pictured us been black as we are,
raising Kids and going to the spa,
there are reasons why I write this like our life is a soap opera,
because am looking for a lady who will rule with me in the Empire.
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