You foul the air in my face and I lick my lips, you glance back and I prostrate myself before you, and yet you stretch your hand into the bush; would you tie me up?
O só pa mí mo pọ́nnu lá, o bojúwẹ̀yìn mo dọ̀bálẹ̀, o tiwọ́ bọ̀gbẹ́; o fẹ́ dè mí ni?