THE BEAUTY OF SHEEBAH KARUNGI

Sheebah, Sheebah, Sheebah.

You are truly the Queen of Karma.

You have been stalked by very many men.

These men flock into your concerts like bees flocking to flowers.

They have been lured into becoming your fans.

Many have gone to your concert hoping to have a feel of your skin.

They have all gone home heartbroken.

Sheebah, Sheebah, Sheebah.

You are truly the Queen of charms.

You have charmed many with your sweet lustful voice.

You have charmed both the young and the old men.

Your sweet voice has eaten up their love for other women.

They have all gathered at your feet.

For the old men, you have left them thinking of leaving their wives.

For the young men, they have broken the hearts of their girlfriends.

The old men hope to have you.

The young men also hope to have you.

Who will indeed have you?

Sheebah, Sheebah, Sheebah.

With your smooth sensual skin, men have had sleepless nights.

They have spent numerous nights with their eyes wide open.

They have counted the number of woods that do make up their ceiling.

Men, young and old have had cold nights because of your beauty.

They have forgotten the existence of other women around them.

You have taken away their love for other women.

Sheebah, Sheebah, Sheebah.

You have charmed these men to attend your concerts.

You have made other women jealousy.

These women wish they were in your body and shoes.

But they can never be in your shoes, very sad.

These men love ogling your body as you dance.

They enjoy the skimpy clothes you wear, it turns them on.

You bring out the man hidden in these men.

When you call one of men to dance with you on stage, it’s like going to heaven.

They love feeling your skin with their bare hands.

They love rubbing their crotches against your bums.

They wish they could do more, but they can’t.

They wish they could suck your boobs, but they can’t.

They wish they could feel the warmth of your kiss, but they can’t.

They wish they could feel the temperature of your skin with their tongues, but they can’t.

They wish they could dig their tongues deep inside your vagina, but they can’t.

They wish they could insert their fingers inside your vagina, but they can’t.

If wishes were horses, beggars would surely ride the horses, but they are not.

They wish they could insert their large penises inside your vagina, but they can’t.

All they do is wish, but they cannot have, poor men.