No one wants tomorrow For today's joy assuge the sorrow Even the moon proscribe no friend to the sun. Now tell me why man invented gun?
Oyin I shall not believe you Tell the sun why he shouldn't give way to the moon? Before you was you Begging and slaughtering taste of honey Moon's
I shall not believe you Oyin Plucking your linden like my ancestors Putting me on the majestic peak of love colour My faith would declaim you before the win
Wreck me with the mirror of your jaunty mien It kindly reflects what would be at dawn Don't make me laugh and lack behind men In your hollow mind narrow as the lawn
Thus will furrow at your **** and wear I vow high the hill on nothing to fear I shall not call you honey twice For a reason and giving no one is nice
Fear not you ogre to ogle me down your throat. I thought you are nun but tranquil goat When your mellow voice militate their thoughts, I renounce my faith to your remiss and gutt