(Palm-wine guitar solo)
Ei, Christine... why so cold?
Yoo, make we talk, chale.
I remember the days in worawora, we used to walk
Hand in hand, no space for doubts when we talk
But now you look at your phone, you don't see my face
Christine, my love, have I lost my place?
I buy you kelewele, you say you no want
You treat my heart like a ghost in a haunt
Dee, this distance is breaking my soul
Oh Christine, wonim? You are my everything
But now you keep me waiting, why the cold shoulder, my queen?
O dɔ, talk to me, don't leave me in the dark
Christine, put back the fire in our spark
Don't leave me, eii! Don't let this love die
I call your number, you say you are busy with work
But I see you online, leaving my heart in the dirt
If I offend you, tell me, mepaakyɛw!
No do me so, my kente cloth, my sweet cocoa
Love is not a game of hide and seek
Your silence is making my whole body weak
Oh Christine, wonim? You are my everything
But now you keep me waiting, why the cold shoulder, my queen?
O dɔ, talk to me, don't leave me in the dark
Christine, put back the fire in our spark
Don't leave me, eii! Don't let this love die
Christine, o dɔ...
Yoo, make we fix this
(Horn section fades out)