One saw your face in a crowded place,
I saw your face in a misty dream
They say blessed is your figure,
I say blessed is your mothers womb
As they wonder how to get you
I wonder why to lose you.
And as they wait for the chance
I have come in search for it.
As much as I hate corruption,
you’ve bribed my emotions
As much as I fear contention,
You’ve snatched my attention
For many see you opportune,
but i take you a fortune
And since they say you shine,
don’t they know you’re my sunshine?