Sugar for Your Waist (версия 3)

Verse

Sugarcane stall, juice dripping down your wrist

Market noise fading, only you exist

Lace on your waist, beads counting each turn

Roadside sun hot but you burn brighter, girl

Machete cutting cane, sweet water running free

You lick your fingers slow, you dey watch me

Okada horns blowing, nobody dey mind

Your hips dey talk to me in cane and lime

Pre-Chorus

So tell me now, tell me now

Who go carry this sugar down

Waist tie tight, beads on show

Where you go, na there I go

Chorus

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist

Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste

Hips dey turn small small, no waste

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist

Verse

Later by the stall light, moths on the bulb

Your gele loosen, shadow on the wall

Cane peel on the ground, juice on your palm

You press your waist on mine, keeping me calm

Grinding soft like pestle inside a bowl

Sweet talk in Pidgin, low and slow

You say make I hold you, make I no dey shy

Sugar melting, nobody asking why

Pre-Chorus

So tell me now, tell me now

Who go carry this sugar down

Waist tie tight, beads on show

Where you go, na there I go

Chorus

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist

Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste

Hips dey turn small small, no waste

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist

Bridge

Your waist beads counting one, two, three

Every turn dey call me close to thee

No be lie, na truth wey I dey chase

Just the sugar, just your waist

Chorus

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist

Sweet like the cane you cut, I taste

Hips dey turn small small, no waste

Sugar for your waist, sugar for your waist