My Number One Lady
Met a lot of "Chika's" and
"linda's"
Met a lot of sweet hearts
and killer
A lot meant good
But where unable to
keep up with this goon
That's where i have you
That's where you came
through
You derive joy in loving
me
You understood me
i call you mummy
Because you've been
there for me
You have been so sweet,
that's why i call you
honey
i've be your man and
you my lady
So sweet when i call you
that
So sweet to be called a
fact
So i say it with ease
My lady, my mummy,
my honey
That is mum
There is no one like you
And that's the truth
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