Dance with me Omoge Sewa

Come dance with me

Omoge Sewa to rewa

Allow me drown in the

Power of your amulet

Come close to my right

Don’t hide your brilliance from my eyes

Come close to my left

Come feel the heart beats of my chest

Let each step be in sync with mine

Steal each minute

Far away from our sight

The night is ours,

Let us open the chapters of dance

Let us guide our steps with its verses

Let us invent a dancing style

Come Omoge Sewa to rewa

The one whose beauty

Radiates in still darkness

Whose ebony colour sends my brain ashore

Come let us conquer the hours

With sweeping steps and azonto grooves

Dance close, dance lose

Come Omoge Peperenpe

Sweep the air beneath your feet

Raise the dust under your sole

Let your hips make a rhyming beat

Allow your presence Omoge Sewa

Take over my senses forever

Let us murder a thousand songs

Let us massacre a million beats

Let us slaughter a billion dance styles

Omoge Sewa let us flow as each song takes its row

Dance with me Arewa Oyin

Adumaradan, Omoge Sewa, obirin

Let your splendour rob this ambiance

Light my life up with each movement

Come close to me, slay the void in-between

Soak me in the heat of sweetest passion

Dance and turn in every fashion

Hold me like a sister

But touch me like a lover

Let your soothing arms spring up relief

To my body, to my heart, down my soul

Let me be lost in this brewing lust

Let the whole of your body cuddle mine

Tonight Omoge to rewa

Let us become one on this dancing floor

Tonight your dance is without flaws

Sewa to rewa

Twist and let this night be still.

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