I was a little girl,
With my relative little girl,
Walking with a male.
Going at the nearest shop,
See a woman in shop,
He left chanch in shop.
I speak with my relative,
But she left him leave,
The chanch she couldn't receive.
Another day going in market,
Greeting one famllly when meet,
Become accited with our Greeting.
Gave us money to decide,
Only having one her side,
My relative became aside.
Having them one her hand,
She wasn't kind, I mind,
My parents I couldn't attend.
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