I am of an Turkish Cypriot origin
Oops my tongue has slipped in the gin
Turning into a British freak
Only English I do speak
My parents gave no more
So I didn't have to belly dance
To that chore!
Living like my collegues do
My culture I did not shoo!
Still it is nice
To have that mix
Only my language I have to fix
Blending in my English shoes
I still wibble wobble my belly
Like the Turkish do
To the left....
To the right....
To the left to the right
Wibble! wobble!
Wibble! wobble!
Flop! Flop! Flop!
suzan gumush
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