I Call You Mine

You are mine; My sweet banana wine; With you alone, I will dine; For you are too fine. She calls herself your big fan, Mama says you are her son, To me, you are my first plan, From which I learn. For you, I will sit on a boda boda Just to cross this boarder, To a land broader, Where you will be my holder; Before any doing, I take the reading; To be sure about my feeling; That you are more worth than a shilling Daddy calls you his heir, Coach says you are the best player; To them, you are just fair; A reason I don’t want just an affair; We could sit under the pine; And discuss about the lines; If you do not mind, I can always call you mine.