There’s a gal I see
She’s as cool as the
sea
She’s spotting
perfect pink
She makes my eyes
blink
She’s shiny dark
A true African spark
Her sweet voice makes
her my choice
It’s soft and smooth;
unignorable like a Telkom booth
Like a sleuth I wanna
be uncouth
Brave her eyes unlike
a slave
My crave for her my
new rave
I see her smile, I see
the aisle
Don't tell me you have a guy
coz that will make me cry
Sheila, will you be
my inhaler?
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