I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much You think you're cute, you think
Translation: Destiny's Child. Fancy.
: I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much You think you're cute, you
I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much I don't fancy you too much, child I don't fancy you too much You think you're cute, you
lived a nation proud and free It tried to show us harmony But we stood much too close to see To read the hand of destiny I know a child who's only seen
in your fancy cars Free, try to hold on to some Africa of the past One must remember it's other Africans that helped enslave your ass Everybody's just
s a war They?re clamping down for sure ? yo ? but it?s still your stamping ground Don?t let them say it?s all be done ? there?s still all that?s not been
