| I see your red skirt splashing up against your thighs
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| You makin' pretty moves, makin' moves that smile my eyes
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| Your plaited hair it’s catching gold from Azanian skies
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| Your motion is a magic that takes me by surprise
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| (Sweet sister hmm my sister)
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| Soft mounds bouncing to the rhythm of your dance
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| You seem to have a thousand ways to get my heart to France
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| You got a laugh like little mossies, fluttering in the air
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| (Sweet sister, ah sweet sister of mine)
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| Sisiwami, I am a man who’s bound by doubtful things
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| Sisiwami, a man who’s tangled in his strings
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| Sisiwami, but to see you dancing sets me free
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| Sisiwami, you do a beautiful thing to me
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| Sisiwami, oh sweet sister can’t you see
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| Sisiwami, you do a beautiful thing to me
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| Sisiwami, oh, a beautiful thing to me
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| The way your body’s shaping to the sounds of your song
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| Your long brown arms snaking, so proud and strong
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| Oh to see you strutting down, it’s where you belong
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| When you’re in motion girl, nothing can go wrong
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| (Sweet sister, ah sweet sister of mine)
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| Silver bracelets rattling to the rhythms on your feet
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| Balancing your goods as you come strutting down the street
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| There’s a twinkle in your sing song talk
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| A sparkle in your jive
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| In these terrible-terrible times, you keep my heart alive
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| Sweet sister you’re so fine
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| Sweet sister of mine |