Here I am, sitting in this lonely dark corner,
staring into empty space: thinking of you.
Who are you that you should make me this restive?
Who are you that you should fill up my thoughts this way?
I never imagined love could feel this tormenting, this absorbing.
I only wish you know how much I care for you.
I can’t seem to get this song out of my head.
It echoes over and over again: a song that tells me how much
space you’ve engulfed in me; ‘wetin you dey do for my head, girl.’
I wish you were thinking of me the way I am.
Maybe just then, you’ll understand how I feel towards you.
Let’s get rid of the formalities girl, let’s give our love wings, let it fly
I love you and I don’t even know your name.
Though I think its Deborah, I’m sure it’ll be the most beautiful
name I’ll ever hear.
I do hope and pray I see you tomorrow babe and I’ll come
dashingly to pour out myself to you.
No girl, I won’t take you for a ride.
I’ll take you home and make you mine, forever.