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.
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