> Valentine, oh Valentine,
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> I smaak you stukkend, say you'll be mine.
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> You're my morning, my sunshine, my moon and my stars,
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> You're my airfreshener from O.K. Bazaars;
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> You're my beaded love-letter, my breeze in the night,
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> You're my coffee, my Cremora, my Blitz firelight.
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> You're my Crime-Stop, my Tracker, you're my AZT,
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> My pap, Mrs Ball's chutney, my Nando's for free;
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> You're my lambchop, my dewdrop, my partner in crime,
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> My chillie, my pepper, my vetkoek sublime.
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> The list is endless and this isn't all,
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> You're my Lotto jackpot, my dop and my zol.
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> You're my 4X4 when the road is so hilly,
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> You're my Floro margarine that butters my mielie.
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> I smaak you, my poppie, so please be my wife,
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> 'cause, Baby, you're the Tomato Sauce on the
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> slap chips of life!
