Yaya

Champage is my baby, just love her burnt cheer, reminds me of the cradle, turns my city aglow, makes avenues so clear, I live in different bones, love is for my trade, we handle it without fear, let its bubbles float away , long journey's to the coast, nothing’s too dear, Bollinger with caviar toast, pick up some new names, we just need no fear, brio fashions all our forays, never willingly on show, no purpose served in tears, we are relaxed you know, anyone who says, there’ll always be tears, I raise my glass again, to these turbulent years.