As he drove me to my house
And I looked into his mouth
I saw miles and miles of lies
But I couldn't believe my eyes
So I walked about his lips
And he said "Give me a kiss"
I then turned my head about
Thinking I coud go without
him.
And we are ordinary people.
When he calls me on the phone
I must pretend I am alone
So as to dream a happy home
Full of children all our own
And we speak this dialect
For my home country's respect
And all day my heart will sing
Just for these little things
And when I look into him
I will really see my king.
And we are ordinary people.
Before my day is sunset
Expectations must be met
When I dreamt as a girl
I dreamt I would save this world
So with my hands I will stroke,
With my voice, I will coax,
With my power, I will revoke
Africa's right to corruption
Interrupt demise and destruction
I will honor our womyn
I will impart our culture's ways
And I will celebrate Africa
For all the rest of my days.
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u and your "afrikanness"
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