Chai... omo, e don do...
I carry paper, I carry brain
But dem dey look another thing
Hear my cry, abeg...
I wake up early, iron my gown
Waka-waka all over Lagos town
From Ikeja down to Lekki phase one
My shoe don tear under the hot sun
I enter office, submit my degree
Oga look my chest, e look my knee
E say "Baby girl, you fine well-well"
"If you want this job, you must play ball"
Omo, see wahala!
My CV no be bed space, oga!
My brain dey work, I no be plaything, oga!
Why I must sell my body for bread?
Tears on my paper, pain in my head
Odogwu, look my work, no look my face
I stand on my feet, I no dey run this race!
Sista, do not cry, we go stand tall
Even when the rain dey fall
They think beauty means say we weak
But na our future we dey seek
They lock the door, they want to touch
We say "No!", we don suffer too much
My qualification na my handwork and sweat
I swear to God, I go survive this threat!
My CV no be bed space, oga!
My brain dey work, I no be plaything, oga!
Why I must sell my body for bread?
Tears on my paper, pain in my head
Odogwu, look my work, no look my face
I stand on my feet, I no dey run this race!
No be by force oh...
My brain over beauty
We go survive...
Abeg, e don do.