Don’t patronize me,
my wares are tightly sealed
Your bargaining skills are useless
the key is beyond reach
Your eyes are fixed, your mouth is ajar
but these goodies are not for grabs
I guess you can look all you want
I’m aware it sends chills down your spine,
jerks the notorious pipe to life and makes it leap for joy
I need no personal clown,
Google and Facebook serve me well
You should probably borrow from them sometimes
I don’t need an acquaintance either
my mind is a lot to handle
No! Don’t come knocking at my door,
countless thoughts bang at it every hour
Dinner invites does no magic around here,
from my kitchen emerge the grandest cuisines
Pointless strolls along suya joints won’t just do,
beauty sleep is the language of the night
For the best dressed, am with Akanni,
can you even breathe in those?
I guess it’s cool; those yam-legs are covered today
Not being a fashion police, far from my passion
I don’t need to be rescued, not some trophy,
No! Not a conquest
I take the time to paint my face and dress to taste
Not that i like being stripped by your eyes
Looking good is my hobby, i won’t give it up because of you
It’s called a life and you should get one
Stop this superfluity of nothingness
I’m not just into you; you’ll probably find your type
That water from your pipe, my thirst cannot quench