There was a woman on the shore of the ocean Her black eyes are mesmerizing
With those pearls on her hair All men will desire her
Everyone who saw her would think Why if you don't like it
When you ask her the reason She answers you like
Why are they staring at me Living in their fantasy
They don't know me personally Or anything about me
Why are they staring at me Living in their fantasy
They don't know me personally Or anything about me
Sorry, God Sorry, God
They just know me as someone pretty
Pearls on my hair are falling slowly
Forgive me, God, I am sorry
But I shouldn't do this to be free
Everyone who saw her would think Why is she don't like it
When you ask her the reason She anwers you like
Why are they staring at me Living in their fantasy
They don't know me personally
Or anything about me
Why are they staring at me Living in their fantasy
They don't know me personally Or anything about me
Why are they staring at me Living in a fantasy
They don't know me personally Or anything about me