You making yourself a poppy show, Melda?
You making yourself a bloody claw?
Up and down the country looking for Obia
And your perspiration smells so strong,
well
Girl you only wasting your time Obia wedding bells don't chime
And you can't trap me with necromancy Melda,
oh,
you making wedding plan
Carrying me name to Obia man
All you do can't get through
I still ain't going to marry to you
You're licking your bosom,
me naming your shoes
If you really want a wedding ring,
Melda There are many other ways and means
Like scrubbing your teeth and bathing regular
Soap and water keeps you fresh and clean,
well
Nastiness going cause your death You're no man,
can't stand your breath
You too damn nasty,
get away from me,
hmm Melda,
oh,
you making wedding plan
Carrying me name to Obia man All you do
can't get through
I still ain't going to marry to you
Look how many nights we hug up tight,
tight,
tight
All we ever know was love and peace
Now every minute is only fight,
fight,
fight,
fight Till you using Obia man for priest
You don't seem to understand Obia can't upset my plan for Papa Niza
The Obia man is me grandfather,
oh yeah Melda,
oh,
you making wedding plan
Carrying me name to Obia man All you do can't get through
I still ain't going to marry to you