How bizarre
It's making me crazy
Every time I see your face
Broad smile
That's my black sunshine
I see you rarely on the streets
When I'm playing the ball
Or eating in that nice restaurant
Ugala III
I see you walking in
With that bootywalk
And I don't know
If I could ever talk
Sense into my feeling
My Black Sunshine
I guess you're only 16
And although I don't know your name
You make me happy
Every time
I see you walking in
That nice restaurant
Ugala III, or is it II
I don't know
I only see your light
Shining like fresh water
You make good taste
You make good mood
You made my food
You made my day
How bizarre
I'd like to see you starr
As the sunshine of my life
At least in parts
Because I guess you are expensive
In terms of what you need
How bizarre!
How bizarre!
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