Miss Hanaga

Miss Hanaga is a terrible flirt
She looks like sugar
She talks like dirt
Take off your trousers
You’ll lose your shirt to miss Hanaga
All the women call her s***
While all the men try to knock on her door
She’s got something
She knows what it’s called, miss Hanaga
She’s someone in between lover and wife
She’s independent, in love with life
She’ll rub her rope
She’ll show you her knife, miss Hanaga
Some call her animal
Some just sigh
They call it low
And come back high
From their dreams
When they’ve been there to crown
Oh miss Hanaga
The women hate her
The man who would dare
Men they are curious
But never go near
No man has ever seen the trace of a tear on miss Hanaga
Miss Hanaga is a wonderful flirt
She looks like sugar
She talks like dirt
Take off your trousers
You’ll lose your shirt to miss Hanaga