From your crown to your color
Your black beauty deserve more honor
You must be a queen in some region of Africa
West Africa or even central Africa
I render to you a gentle mans dues
That befit an idol like you
Hear my demand a gentle mans demand
Give me flower Africa dizzy flower
Your love is tender and falls like gentle showers
That I may live to admire
Your dazzling beauty deep down mire
My heart puzzles in my under
You are a charm you must be from wonder
The wold of angels
Where only African queen like you can tangle
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