Everytime I looked into your eyes
looked upon myself and cursed my fate
the heavens open up and angels cry
at cupid's blunder and my mind of state...
and yet i swear, my love was rare
ringing words of what she said
that after all is said and done, she didn't care
all she wanted, was a chance to get laid...
so I sit under the cold Nairobi night
and think of the stars, why so bright?
think of a liberation, to set free my mind
but all i think of is you; couldn't leave you behind...
