Take me to Okpara Square
I need a massage
To make me young again
Time and chance maybe lost
But at Okpara Square
I find my mojo
A rythym that connects me to my soul
Take me to Okpara Square
I want a grease in Sin City
Who knows, just maybe
I might return with a price
A gift that will open the bonnet
And clean the playhead
Who wants a 69?
Then take me to Sin City
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