Ah, ah! So na she be your goddess now?
I don see am well-well.
That her skin wey shine like ebony and shea butter,
E dey make my heart dey do yama-yama.

Her mouth sweet like crimson flower,
She dey waka like Queen of Savannah,
She dey dance to music wey only she dey hear,
And dey use am wound my heart.

That her voice, wey sweet like honey,
E dey mock my poor heart wey dey beat like drum.
That her eye, deep like river for inside storm,
E dey laugh as my hope con scatter finish.

And you, you dey praise her name for mouth,
Like say na church you dey!
That name dey burn my inside like fire.
When you come put your head for my chest wey trust you,
I dey feel her spirit touch for my body.
E dey pain me well-well!

Na poison arrow, na bitter medicine wey I drink.
I dey curse that day wey she thief my property!
Na my own by force, by love, by God Him law!
She thief am, and now my life don empty,
Nothing dey inside am again.

Cold dey catch me now for everywhere,
My body dey shake.
Where better thing dey before, na empty space she con leave.
My sun don set, because her shadow cover am.

Because for una eye, she be goddess wey you worship!
Ah! This life no fair!
Na so she con use her power con yank my crown commot!
Na so I con dey, like queen wey don lose her throne,
I just dey look, for inside my empty palace.