Idle Wishes
I wish to drive In Bugatti Veyron with entourage In Italian suits Smoking fifty dollar cigar As I sip Dalmore selene I wish to sit In the luxury of my house With servants at the snap of my fingers My boys do all the work While my account fattens I wish to become A better man for my woman Serve her breakfast in bed every morning Gift of roses every Wednesday And romantic dinners every Saturday I wish to be a famous poet Flying first class from Lagos To Los Angeles to Mumbai With my name falls seven On every ten lips I wish my wishes Come true and true And my dreams become reality That I shall never see death.