MY NUMBER ONE

By Julius Malah Matete Munthali I am ashamed I feel sorry I am sorry I should have let go the things which got our love to a standing still I should have listened to your heart, and let go my womanising My pockets are empty, no money, just empty pockets All those slay queens have vanished as cigarette smoke over my empty pockets Sarah, I disappointed you And the pain I caused was too much And you walked out on me a wounded buffalo I know you are deliberately avoiding my calls I know you will never come back in my life But regardless of the drama, know that you are my number one