GIRLS ON THIS STREET

GIRLS ON THIS STREET

Girls on this street
They seem not to have ears
After all my tongue hurtful whispering
They still wont spare me a glance

Girls on this street
They torment at every instant
With their elastic type of skirt
Always pulling and drawing it down over the C shape

Girls on this street
Not as if Gift and her friends don't like me
They do talk about me
They feel I might turn out to be a Yoruba Demon

Girls on this street
Their shakara pass peacock
Like say na dem carry the weight of the world
Las Las, all go be by format.

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