African Air

Sitting by the pool,

I'm waiting here in plain solitude

Count the people hanging

'round the neighbourhood

I can recognise the fence

between the girls and the guys

That's the local way

to keep their children wise

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The night draws a picture

of you in my arms

The sound of the discos

and humming of the cars

That's alright

When you come I will be open

to the touch of your love

There's a certain sound

when everything you need can be found

That fills your ears

when your little world starts coming around

The hot African air

it doesn't seem to mind nor to care

to bring some coolness

on the sheets two lovers share

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