Now I'm not the black congo that danced in the mangrove Now I'm not the black wine that entered society My manners have changed radically And when I speak now I don't say that the city for the city No, black girl, no, don't dance the conga like that anymore No, no, black girl, no, look that I'm from society And if they see me dancing like in the mangrove That all my argumentation of black wine That I'm going to fall No, black girl, no, don't tempt me anymore No, black girl, no, don't dance the conga like that anymore No, black girl, no, look that I'm from society And if they see me dancing like in the mangrove That all my argumentation of black wine That I'm going to fall No, black girl, no, don't tempt me anymore No, no, no, black girl, no, don't tempt me anymore © transcript Emily Beynon