Deurmekaar kitaar
You are the mince to my vetkoek*
The iPod to my Facebook
You are the colour in my Steri Stumpie
The biltong to my Castle dumpie
Chorus: Baby, you make me deurmekaar**
I feel lost as I sit with my guitar
‘Cause without you as my guy
All I am is a lie
You are the Panado to my headache
The icing on my cupcake
You are the Jacob to my Zuma
The petrol to give me vooma
Bridge: So let them skinder***
When we’re out for dinner
You are all that I need
You are the aartappel**** to my vleis*****
The highlighter in my space case
You are the engine of my Tazz
You will always be the base in my jazz
* vetkoek – a fried dough dish
** deurmekaar – all over the place/disorientated
*** skinder – gossip
**** aartappel – potato
***** vleis – meat
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