Pretty’m baby
Pretty’m baby
He said
I like you very much
Where is your village
Pretty’m baby
Don’t mind my taxi
He said
I have many many containers
On the high seas
Pretty’m baby
See my pot belly
He said
It’s a sign of good living
I will take care of you
Pretty’m baby
Not like all these Americana girls
He said
I can tell
You are a good girl
Pretty’m baby
I want to be your boyfriend
He said
I will bring palmwine
To your parents
Pretty’m baby …
---Oga, biko
Give me my change
Let me go
E don do
Hi All,
Welcome to Four&Poetry
Four girls writing about love, life and other random bits.
Enjoy!
Welcome to Four&Poetry
Four girls writing about love, life and other random bits.
Enjoy!
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Ahahahahahahahahaha, true story! Love it!
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