Letras
Ms. Child is nice
Do you know you are beautiful?
Ms. Good home
You are a shawachop
If I didn't see you
It's hard for me to live
If I didn't marry you
Who else is there for me
Ms. Child is nice
Your doings sweetens me excessively
When will I see you again
Because your character is sweeter than a mango
Your walk alone
Is symphonic like masquerade leg beads
Our love affairs is supposed to be made public
You are a parcel, yet unsealed
You surround my heart like a healthy fat
The kind of oil you emit
Lots of good oil
Come and stay with me so we can become 3
God willing... we will born up to 4 children
Because the way you sweetens me
Is not what I can describe with a mere mouth
The woman that I boasts with
Ms. Child is nice
Do you know you are beautiful?
Ms. Good home
You are a shawachop
If I didn't see you
It's hard for me to live
If I didn't marry you
Who else is there for me
A girlfriend carefully sent by God to me personally
I will never allow bad things to happen to you Under my care
Because you are beautiful in a controversial way
The things you are endowed with is driving me mental
From your head to your toes
In the front to the back
Especially in your inside
My ripe shawachop
You are juicier than harmattan odara
My divine present
Come and give it to me
Beautiful Child
Come and flash it for me
Woman of my pride
Always on my lips
Like a celebrity gossip
Ms. Child is nice
Do you know you are beautiful?
Ms. Good home
You are a shawachop
If I didn't see you
It's hard for me to live
If I didn't marry you
Who else is there for me