Ooh! beautiful life,
Somebody's beautiful wife,
Many years back she came to life,
Today she cut a cake with a sharp knife.

She cried out,
She stretched out,
She spit out,
All hers tongue could plough.

She was of the African heritage,
Her colour black could shine before she was of age,
She was of open heart for she never thought of rage,
She had her own respect for she never danced in savage.

She remained a socialite as per hers figure,
Ever soft like a mild day what I always figure,
Hers sweet words maybe what can tell local liquor,
Oooh,what a beaut from home sweet Africa.

As she near the world of maturity,
Ooh,sorry another age with love of purity,
As she dance in her next page,
A happier life all my wage.
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