I know say I bi adult:
But like your baby, I want to be!
Scratching my head to the sweetness as I draw from your straw;
I long for your Ara in tears
Because I am friendly not only in the sixth month
But in my adulthood I still beg in tears.
Nyem-Ara bikonu!
So I can stop behaving like mumu;
Take off the guard that hide those beauties inside;
In my hands I love to hold and fold
In my mouth I love to seize like the Customs,
And my head I love to scratch to the sweetness as I draw from your straw!
Nyem ara bikonu, oyi natum o!
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