Written by Emmanuel Waore
She leaves at six o’clock,
To go for a walk,
She doesn’t come back,
Till quater past one,
Is you ask her where she was,
All you get is a wheeze and a cough,
Why you ask?
Well, eleven rounds ain’t no joke.
Written by Emmanuel Waore
She leaves at six o’clock,
To go for a walk,
She doesn’t come back,
Till quater past one,
Is you ask her where she was,
All you get is a wheeze and a cough,
Why you ask?
Well, eleven rounds ain’t no joke.
Gloria Mwaniga Minage
Faith Oneya
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