Àwọn akikanju yòókù bẹ̀rẹ̀ sí yan bọ̀,àwọn eniyan OLUWA náà sì ń wọ́ bọ̀,láti gbógun ti alágbára.You foul the air in my face and I lick my lips, you glance back and I prostrate myself before you, and yet you stretch your hand into the bush; would you tie me up?
Awon akikanju yooku bere si yan bo,awon eniyan OLUWA naa si n wo bo,lati gbogun ti alagbara.You foul the air in my face and I lick my lips, you glance back and I prostrate myself before you, and yet you stretch your hand into the bush; would you tie me up?