Where Is Donna Jones
My feet are yearning for dance,
Wishing to roll like cone on its tip;
My hands too,wishing to swing
Like eagle taking a flight;
I wish to wind my waist,
Like Tilapia on a gaiety mission.
But where is sparrow?
Where has nightingale gone to?
Please come back sparrow,
Come now nightingale,
Come and sing me your sweet songs;
My feet are yearning for dance.
Your songs are my first aid,
Like mouth to mouth respiration,
They ignite and awaken my nerves ;
And when I hear your lyric,
Like angels in morning service,
My feet yearn for dance.
My feet are yearning for dance,
Wishing to roll like a cone on its tip;
My hands are yearning to swing,
Like eagle taking a flight;
I wish to wind my waist,
Like a Tilapia on a gaiety mission;
But where is sparrow and nightingale?
I say where is my Donna Jones?
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