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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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