Onoseta Poem by Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
You see a woman walking in the street,
You fall for her;
Because she is beautiful,
You want her by all means;
You should remember,
Money first before love,
What is the weight of your pocket?

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
That girl is so beautiful,
She is so innocent,
But fall in-love with her,
You will know:
She love money too.

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
Won't she fix her hair?
Won't she buy makeup kit?
Won't she buy pad?
She will asked you to foot the bills,
Is your pocket sound.

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
She is beautiful,
Look at her and remember,
Money makes a sweet soup,
For every love boy,
Money is involve;
Money first, before love,
Do you have it?

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
She will treck on you,
When you have no money to give her;
She will hug you and kiss 2face,
Over your shoulder,
You will say I love you,
She will talk over it.

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
She will leave you,
She will dump you,
And she will go for Jim Iyke,
Because your love carrys no money,
She will find fault in everything you do.
She won't spend quality times with you.

Onoseta, Onoseta O'
Onoseta!
If your pocket is not heavy,
Don't fall in-love
You will only be a boy
She use as a big toy,
And refuse
After use.
No wealth, no love.

-Okoemu Okoemu Okoemu, Deadman Alive