Wifey

Wifey (a duet) If your love for me was as deep as you always claim it is, then you'd find me a lion's head. To prove my love to you, sugar cane for the feline I will gladly go hunting my favourite subject! You will see... What kind of man are you anyway, to come dangling only one, just one? Find me more or you are history. Lower the heat, sweet potato, need to study the geography or I may not find even an old lioness in Devuli Ranch there is absolutely nothing I will not do to... Humour me! You’re all flowers no fruit It’s the toothless not the agile, bonehead to feast on your chalk-dusted hair. You seem to be conscious, honey comb the hunting of game is no classroom game but if you insist, I’ll make attempts at trying to... I want more trophies for my exhibits or else I will find a man who blinks art. Your non-action verbs are not working. This conversation grates, I’m done with your pugnacity. Here is your head, last brick in the wall I’ve vowed to myself, I'd sooner be dead than... Get me another head, full stop! You lazy, crazy ne'er-do-well! Or else I'm going to... hii hi hii hi!