And she wants my news to publish her newspaper,
So i have to watch my steps in my own house,
Because she knows what she wants from me!
I am ready with my sweet muse but,
I have to watch out for this paparrazzo around!
Because this world is full of them,
And i have to know how to play my cards very well.
However, i had words to sorrow like the bull.Oh Somanya! Those were the days that i was young;But now i am in Kampala looking for my lover.I need to walk with the heart of the lion,And to see with the eyes of the eagle;For my lover is in the midst of the people.
Because i am the only one who wants to make you sleep at last.Life is like the gallons of water on moveable carts,And with the figures of bulls encircled on them;For your love flows with the sweet milk from your valley,So i will not put any milk into my coffee tonight.
But, try to learn to do the right things always in this life.
But this will make one drunk when in excess,For the nakedness of your love was exposed because of wine!
Written with the fingers of love,And like the first time.Just a minute,Do not lie or justisfy what is wrong!But acknowledge your mistake and take responsibility for your actions,And be very thankful when someone corrects you.
But my mind is still on Ritzy my lover,For the darkness was yesterday.Today is the light and i am ready to share my love with you,For my own car won the race last night and i am very joyful;And ike Malaya roses in the garden of love,But my mind is still on Ritzy my lover.Whose,…
