How empty my life is without you
What is spring time without morning dew?
Have you ever eaten without pepper in a Yoruba stew?
How can I, in my own thoughts be mew?
You Butterfield your way to my heart
Touched me in every beautiful way, I was mad!
Madly in love, and as soon as you came you left, so sad
I had lost you, like I played a game of cards