Nubia where art thou?

Found her and thought there was no way I could be fond of her

Heart fondler I was but toddler in the matters of love art eish just pop fartish reality

Briskly my mind friskily flirts with the sound of her name; passersby all say, “aga shame!”

Soul bender we rock on like rebels by slender means with a roof under our heads

Singing along with the three little birds on our dub-step prepped and peppered same song

I found her and thought there was no way I could bond with her

Breakdance babe, Carolina my red red wine will the stars ever give us a chance?