Don't leave me

Oh! please
Oh! please
Oh! Baby please
Don't leave me,
don't leave me
My heart is left in your chest, like a cheddar cheese baught by Chester at the city of Manchester.
Nor Manchester city.

Its a pitty I can't
Remove all the past
Experience we've experienced in the past
As we were passing
Along the post office street.
Don't leave
My heart is in your chest.

Like a postman
Passing  the post
To the postee
We move along
So long in this life journey full of jewellery
Of melted iced blood
On the street of dirty deeds in the misty morning.
Of Smutville
Where we hide our heads
Over head like Knysna Heads overheard.
Don't leave me.
my heart is in your Chest, chester
Like cheddar cheese chanderpaul.

I'll pick up all the
intoungable
farway dreams,
Like a fragrance of farway perfume.
Perfume that makes
you fall in love again.
Don't leave me.
My heart is in your chest.

By Bulelani Mbanya