all praises oh oh x 4 like a poem made from the sea like a wave I play for thee Even the desert sands knows the feeling of love so let the praise
You got to talk to someone some day Coz when the words are gone is too late (fois 2) Communication with thee Put the antenna there I am a function of
I guess you better femiliarise yourself with me cuz the weather's all fine You know there's never no "waiting for the right kind of breeze" when pleasure
'kpafuca' is the quality of your sense of 'kpafucality' when you've been 'kpafu-colonised' 'kpafucality' is the principle of mind when you've been '
If neptune owns your desire then I will bring it all "side ways" I'll ride a seahorse through your water and we'll be broken in wildly Because there
