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gonna be Roxie I'm gonna be a celebrity That means somebody everyone knows They're gonna recognize my eyes My hair, my teeth, my boobs, my nose From just
my side to be my wife The mother of my child So help me sing it Tuface Idibia Somebody say huhhuhh girl (huhhuhh girl) You are my African queen The girl of my
16 to go The Writer's blocks are stepping stones Towards the metronome I'm racing dead last I'm head last Placed on my prose Nocturnal with my journal
by my side to be my wife The mother of my child So help me sing it Tuface Idibia Somebody say huhhuhh girl (huhhuhh girl) You are my African queen The girl of my
